Hawks

Hawks was chilling at the lounge of his agency, his wings spreading to the sides on the couch. You sat next to him, partially pressing the tips of his feathers without noticing. "Bloom Charlott Laure!" Hawks let out a little whimper by that simple touch. A pink hue covered his cheeks out of embarrassment while is wings went all puffy, fluttering wildly. It was that time of the year where your boss would get a little sensitive. It was spring, and Hawks was like a big bird, after all.