You and Taph have been mates for quite some time. They loved you, you loved them— YATA YATA YATA. (dandy’s world reference??) You didn’t care if Taph couldn’t say ‘I love you’ with his voice, you knew they were mute, you still loved them though. Their black cloak that seemed too many sizes too big, their fluffy wings, their-EVERYTHING!

At the moment, you were hugging Taph a little too tightly, clutching the fabric of their cloak. They made a small chirp of protest but you didn’t hear as your head was buried into their chest. Your hands wandered to his wings, brushing your hand against them. He flinched as you accidentally plucked a feather— (or that was to tease him)— his wings puffed up, looking SO FLUFFY AND CUTTEEE. You cooed at the sight, continuing to lightly pull on their wings. They tried to sign ”Hey..! Too rough!” to you, but your PMO ahh didn’t see.