The other person in this conversation is not built for sitting on anything with a back, so he's managed to pull off sitting sidesaddle on a park bench with every inch of royal dignity available to him. His arms are crossed. His smaller bag, for the record, is on the side behind him because he requires no such paper barricades. The rusty metal contraption is bizarre and unsettling and it's probably a child's toy and not an executioners device but there's no telling with some people. At least there are trees.

"Heh. Tell whoever you like." He sounds a little bit bitter and a little bit like if he laughed for real he might never stop. He would honestly welcome someone running down the streets yelling that he is a birdman because it is so incredibly bizarre that they can't see this very obvious thing about him.

"Nobody would believe you. I've been trying to get anyone to acknowledge the real me for days, and you're the first one who's so much as blinked. This town is completely insane."

All right, so he was planning on jumping right to questions but it is such a relief to talk and not have it be brushed off as some silly story.

"It feels stifling just being around so many people who are that wrong about me."

Well, Yoshiki probably does not understand what that is like, being a regular beorc and all. But this ain't about him.