((Oml I finally fixed the typo of "poopy" for "poppy", I am so sorry))

Jimmy sat on the porch of his ranch-like home that he had made with Tango back in double life, lost in a deep thought as he stared at the wet grass. It had rained the night before, most everything covered in leftover rain water. The sun was way up in sky, warming the environment to a cool nice temperature.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard anyone come up to him, twirling a single poppy in his fingers mindlessly whilst his wings draped over the steps below.