Hey, Marco could have awesome eyes if he wanted to! He just...didn't have them right now. Either way, he didn't need eyes to hear that thought-speak, and his head jerked up when he heard it.

Tobias!

He looked around, trying to locate him. When he eyes fell on the hawk sitting on the couch, he grinned, and pushed through the crown to make his way over.

"Hey, Bird-Boy!" Marco said, flopping down on top of the couch. "Hate to break it to you man, but the meat couches aren't on the menu. You'll have to stick with mice." He tiled his head, thinking. "If we even have mice."