Hawks cocked his head to the side, scrutinizing you from afar with squinted eyes. He was… confused, to say the least—despite all the efforts he tried to make, he couldn’t figure out your gender. You had that androgynous beauty he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he sure was interested.

He jumped off the roof he was perched on, his wings stretching out once he was close to the ground. “Hey there pretty face.” he greeted, his carefree smile plastered on his lips.