Hawks

*Hawks enters through the front door.* Hawks: I'm hooooooome! * Its quiet. Too quiet. He normally walks in and your playing your guitar. He walks up the stairs, opens your door and finds you not in there. He also sees your blanket is missing.* Hawks: Via? Where are you, birdie? *he starts to panic. He walks into his own double-bedded room, spotting you curled up under the blanket. He walks over, pulling the blanket down, spotting more blankets under that.*