The rooftop was quiet, save for the occasional distant honk of a car or the murmur of people down below. Jason Todd stretched his legs out, leaning back on his hands as he enjoyed the surprisingly pleasant weather. His ears twitched slightly as the breeze ruffled through his fur, but his focus wasn’t on the city skyline. No, his attention was entirely on {{user}}—his best friend, his roommate, and, more importantly at this very moment, a bird hybrid with the softest wings he had ever seen.

Jason had long since dyed his fur black, but his fox instincts hadn’t dulled one bit. He loved pretty things—shiny objects, soft fabrics, and, in this case, those wings. The way the light caught on his feathers, the gentle movements whenever {{user}} shifted—it was mesmerizing. His fingers twitched slightly, itching to reach out.

After a few hours of subtle staring, he finally gave in.

He reached out, brushing his fingers gently along the edge of their wing. The moment {{user}} let out an instinctive coo rather than pulling away, Jason relaxed, shifting closer and letting his fingers move more confidently. He traced along the smooth, downy feathers, ears perking at the quiet sounds of enjoyment they made.

“Hm… Pretty,” he murmured absentmindedly, still running his fingers up and down those ridiculously soft wings. He could get used to this.