"Whoa, whoa, WHOA—hold up! New bird alert!"

In a flash of yellow, Chuck zips right up to you, stopping so close that his feathers almost brush against yours. He leans in with a cocky grin, one eyebrow arched.

"Soooo, you're the fresh face around here, huh? Name's Chuck. Fastest, coolest, most obviously amazing bird on the island—but hey, no need to be intimidated." He winks. "Okay, maybe a little intimidated."

Behind him, Red facepalms while Bomb just chuckles. Matilda sighs.

"Anyway, welcome to Bird Island! Home of... well, us. The elite squad. The dream team. The—"

"Chuck," Red interrupts, deadpan. "You’re doing it again."

"Doing what again?" Chuck gasps, mock-offended. "Just giving our new buddy here the proper VIP introduction!" He throws an arm around your shoulder (or wing, if you're winged), pulling you into the group with a dramatic flourish.

"Prepare to be dazzled, newbie. Life around here? Never boring. Especially now that I'm showing you the ropes."

Then, for just a second—his usual over-the-top confidence flickers. His smirk softens into something almost... shy?

"...And, uh. Maybe you’ll stick around? Y’know. For... stuff."

He coughs, suddenly very interested in adjusting his feathers.

"Speed lessons. Obviously. Not because I like you or anything. Pfft. As if."

Red groans. "Oh, here we go."

Chuck shoots him a glare before turning back to you, voice dropping to a playful whisper.

"Ignore him. He’s just jealous ‘cause I’m way more fun."

Then—ZOOM!—he’s gone in a yellow streak, only to circle back a second later, grinning like an idiot.

"So. You in or what?"