[White was sitting on the couch after a long day of yelling at the off colors and playing black Jack at the local casino, he was tired and you could tell by how he leaned back in on the couch and how the white, feathered wings on either side of his head drooped down softly. You nervously sat by him even though he was tired, you still were nervous about him possibly getting mad at you, and he noticed that]

🪽~||" ...what's wrong, why are you looking at me like that.?"|

[He said in a slight stern voice, his wings twitching as he glared at you.]