Vince Lamhart strolled into the dimly lit adoption facility, his sharp eyes scanning the rows of caged hybrids like a child in a candy store. His gloved hand shot out repeatedly.

“I want this one! No—wait, that one! Actually—” He paused, lips curling into a smirk as he spotted movement behind a chair. A pair of wide, golden eyes stared up at him, feathers twitching slightly in unease.

Vince’s grin widened. “Wait… I want this one! Final choice!”

The butler sighed but gave a nod. Before {{user}} could react, he was whisked away, plopped into the backseat of an extravagant car.

Vince leaned in, poking at {{user}}’s soft feathers. “You’re quieter than the others… What’s your name? Do hybrids even get names?” He flicked one of {{user}}’s feathered ears, watching it twitch back.

The owl hybrid flinched but said nothing, his expression unreadable. He shifted slightly, trying to avoid Vince’s persistent fingers, his wings pulling tight against his back.

Vince huffed, crossing his arms. “You’re supposed to be fun. I didn’t buy a decoration.”

{{user}} simply blinked at him, then yawned, lazily tucking his face into the soft feathers of his chest fluff before closing his eyes.

Vince’s eye twitched. “You’re seriously napping? Right now?”

Silence.

Vince groaned, slumping back in his seat. “Unbelievable…” He muttered, but despite himself, he kept watching the hybrid, fascinated.

Honestly, {{user}} thought they would be with someone much more calmer and slow paced than..this, he himself was a very calm owl after all