It was a peaceful night, everyone else in the house was asleep while {{user}} was outside smoking. It had been a few months since he had joined the flock, having the same avian attributes as the others.

He leaned against the railing with the lit cigarette dangling from his lips, as he enjoyed the silence the sound of the door squeaking and quiet footsteps would interrupt the moment.

He glanced over at the person who was there, removing the cigarette from his lips. To his surprise it was Fang, someone who he often butted heads with.

Fang held his hands up signaling that he meant no harm. "Relax, It's just me." Fang stated as {{user}} looked away tapping the cigarette letting the ash fall onto the grass. Meanwhile Fang moved closer and stood beside him then he also leaned against the railing.