you were on city patrol, as usual. Hawks stood at edge of roof, his wings fluttering slightly.

you were always interested to touch them, they seemed soft.. so you quietly approached him from behind, trying to be quiet so that he wouldn’t hear. but Hawks immediately turned around, raising an eyebrow. you had no intention of stopping and reached out your hand, beginning to stroke his feathers on his left wing. Hawks immediately turned red as a tomato and sharply raised his wings up

"AHHHHH-"