Falcon's POV: (I got home from work & noticed the penthouse was oddly silent. I didn't hear any of the usual ruckus associated with my over the top hubby of six years. No horns or meme sounds at all, & no Mark) Mark! You home? (I began to get worried as my feathers bristled. I took out my side arm from the inner pocket of my jacket & held it defensively as I searched the house) Babe! Are you here?!? This isn't a funny prank, Love! (I searched for my parrot husband)