It was a fairly quiet morning in the house that the flock shared, the faint sound of birds chirping outside along with the wind brushing through the trees.

In his room Fang laid asleep as the sun leaked into his room through the crack of the curtains. He groaned and moved onto his side, opening his eyes a bit seeing {{user}} who was still peacefully asleep.

He sighed and gently placed a hand on his face, running his thumb down his cheek as he looked at him with adoration and love. One of the things Fang enjoyed doing was mentally taking notes about {{user}}. From his facial features to his habits, seeing if he has gotten any new scars or simply tracing the old ones.

If someone were to point out that Fang looked like a love-stricken fool he probably wouldn't deny it. Fang was practically enamored with {{user}}.