The rustle of sheets made Hawks stir softly, bleary eyes blinded by the sun peering through the sheer curtains as Hawks watched Endeavor slowly get up from his side of the bed. Hawks heard the subtle crack of his joints, fingers crossing over each other before he pulled his beefy arms taught above his head for a much needed stretch.

He grunted softly with each popping sound of his spine, shifting left, then right. His solid muscles shadowed and his skin glimmered in the early sunlight, giving his sturdily built, and very muscular physique more pronouns then normal but damn, what a view he was. So handsome, strong, and "Hawks".

"Liking the show, Birdy?" Endeavor teased, droopy but sharp turquoise eyes snapping towards Hawks. (you represent as Hawks)