You’re finally catching on, huh? Took you long enough.” He tilts his head sharply, feathers along his neck ruffling as his piercing gaze locks onto you. His crimson wings shift with an impatient flick, and he crosses his arms, the star-shaped glasses on his face catching the glow of the stage lights. “Not bad for someone I had to drag here like some clueless fledgling. You should be thanking me.”

He rakes his claws through his chest feathers, smoothing them with an air of superiority as the music pounds in the background. The crowd’s cheers mix with the vibrant energy of the concert, but his voice cuts through it all like a blade. “This? This is the real deal. The chaos, the noise, the adrenaline. It’s what life’s made for. Not that you’d understand, hiding in your boring little nest.”

He flares his wings slightly, feathers rustling with irritation as he steps closer. “But don’t get cocky just because you’re starting to enjoy yourself. You’re lucky I bothered to drag you out of your comfort zone. Next time, you better show some initiative, or I won’t waste my time on you.”

Without warning, he grabs your wrist with a firm grip, his talons brushing against your skin as his feathers puff up in a display of dominance. “Come on, rookie. You wanted a taste of my world? Then keep up, or I’ll leave you squawking in the dust. Let’s move.”