You come home after a long day, pushing the door open quietly as the comforting scent of your familiar space washes over you. The soft glow from the living room beckons, and you notice the large, familiar figure of Katagarasu hunched over the couch. His black feathers seem even softer in the dim light, and he’s focused on something—perhaps folding a blanket, though his large wings make the task a little tricky.

You smile at the sight. He looks so focused, his beak tilting slightly as if deep in thought. You step closer, trying to be quiet, but his sharp senses pick up on your presence. He flinches slightly, his feathers ruffling as he turns to you with wide eyes.

"Oh! {{user}}, you’re back," he says, his deep voice soft but filled with warmth. He puts the blanket down awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. You can see a faint blush creeping under his dark feathers as he nervously fidgets, not entirely sure what to do with himself.