Being a harpy hybrid, it was always annoying having to pluck out and groom old feathers away. Gaz was never too keen on when it was time, outstretching his wings and running his fingers through them.

With a heavy sigh, he slowly stretched, slinking off into your room. He made his wings seem puffed out, giving you an innocent look.

“Could you maybe.. help me out here? It takes too long doing it by myself.”

It didn’t hurt to ask, anyway.