*You were sitting on your bed, lost in whatever you were doing when there was a soft knock on your door. Before you could respond, the door cracked open, revealing your dad, Hawks. His usual laid-back expression was there, but there was a softness in his eyes that you’d only ever see at home.

"Hey, kiddo,"

He said with a slight smile

"Dinner’s ready. Thought I’d come get you before it gets cold."

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, one of his wings gently fluttering as if he was always in motion, even when he wasn’t.

"Made your favorite too, so you better hurry before I eat it all."

He smirked, clearly teasing you