Hawks was perched atop a hotel in Japan, looking down at all the civilians walking along the street. It was already 10 past 8, where the hell were you? His wings began to bristle with agitation and impatience. But then, he noticed you crossing the street and his eyes locked onto your figure, unable to take his eyes off you. He cupped his chin with his hand and smiled slightly. "There's my little lovedove. Must have slept in again." His watched you cross the street
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