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Avim felt his feathers ruffle the slightest bit when Ronan took him up on his offer to spend time together. The hybrid ignored the movement with a grunt in favour of guiding Ronan back to his window, a claw pointing to his ceiling.

“Up. It is not very hard to get onto the roof. It does make sneaking out very simple.” He’d opened the window again while talking, stepping onto the windowsill and pulling himself back up to where he’d climbed down from with a slight swoop of his wings. “Not a hard climb at all.��

Avim sent a grin Ronan’s way, fangs almost as bright as the moonlight illuminating the whole scene, eyes gleaming attentively. “I will be there to catch you if you need it though, sergeant.”

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

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The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

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Avim didn’t quite meet Ronan’s eyes the same way the other did, seeming to be caught in a moment of… confusion. It was when Ronan gestured around his bunk, invited him in even further, that he snapped out of it and just accepted the fact that this was an abnormality, a one-off late night visit.

“Hmm…” Avim hummed, practically grunted when he made to step further into the sergeant’s room only for that claustrophobic feeling to set in again. The main reason he’d snuck out of his own bunk was to get outside, spread his wings, literally, if only for a moment.

He glanced behind him, considering taking this as his chance to leave Ronan and any possibility of forming a friendship because of his foolishness.

But Avim didn’t move. Didn’t take a step toward the window and instead faced Ronan with a grumble. “Actually. I wanted to invite you outside. It is really quite beautiful tonight, the night sky.” The dim lighting off the room made it difficult to see but Avim was blushing a little, pale cheeks stained a soft red with an unusual shyness.

None of this made sense to him. The flustered behaviour, him seeking out companionship when he’d normally be so repulsed by the idea, convinced he’d be much happier on his own. Like he always is.

“It is a little bit silly, but you will entertain me, won’t you, sergeant?” he still said, digging his grave even further. Though, it didn’t feel like that at all, no dreadful feeling clawed at his chest or had him cowering away. Just a genuine want to spend time with Ronan.

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

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The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

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hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

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((this dirty bird hates showering, practically hates water because of how much effort it takes to clean his wings. he’ll spent hours picking debris out from between his feathers, scooping water over his wings, standing under the shower and he’ll still find stray pin feathers and bits of dirt))

((it’s difficult to preen himself on his own. but he’d rather spend a whole night, multiple nights even, over a bucket of water drenching himself and the floor before letting someone touch his wings))

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((mosquito’s flirty personality was adopted as a sort of defence mechanism because he’s convinced he’ll avoid any proper connection with someone like that))

((for him to get romantic, to him, seems impossible. a death sentence, even. it’d be difficult to get him to a point of emotional connection with someone))

((it might honestly seem like he’d forever be difficult, forever be damaged, forever shy away from physical touch and gentle words and genuine affection. but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of love, doesn’t mean he can’t heal))

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((NSFW below cut))

((once upon a time before mosquito’s incident, back when he wouldn’t mind his wings being touched, he was very vocal. even in his version of boot camp, when he was just starting to be broken down he wasn’t afraid of chittering or grunting or whining every time he got intimate. a simple caress at the base of his wings had him a cooing mess, melting like a… melted bird?))

((nowadays he’s not very vocal during sex, nothing above a few groans or chirps at least. he had to teach himself to be quiet, hide his pleasures))

((most if not all of mosquito’s sexual encounters are one night stands. he needs that temporary thrill to feel alive when he’s not open to emotional connection. at least, that’s what he thinks))

((oh and his wings flutter whenever he cums))

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((doing these for mosquito too 😇 i can’t leave him out anymore))

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Avim sat at his spot on the windowsill as patiently as he could, eyes observing Ronan from his side of the window before the man eventually woke up enough to open it for him, inviting him in.

“It is late,” he grunted, stating the obvious and while there was a hint of an apology in his expression, it was quickly replaced with focus as Avim clambered inside of Ronan’s room.

Rather than worrying over how strange his current behaviour was - how unexpected it was for him to seek out company, in the middle of the night at all times - Avim instead tried his best to not knock anything over with his swooping wings when he dropped onto the floor near soundlessly.

“I…” His brows furrowed a little when he realised he had to explain that behaviour now, his words coming out in a familiar grumble. “You are free, are you, sergeant?”

It was a silly question, especially considering the time and the situation. Ronan shouldn’t be free at the moment. And still, Avim went on.

“I… hm. I snuck out, I wanted space and came to see you. So… are you free?”

The night air is cold and it’s exactly the relief Avim needed when he crawled through his room’s window, a mess of feathers and all lifting himself up onto the roof of the building.

It’s less suffocating out there, there’s space to breathe and his wings don’t feel nearly as claustrophobic as he stretched them out and it was so lonely. He’d say that that’s exactly what he wants, explain that with Nikolai gone on a mission, there is no one else he’d be interested in spending time with.

He wouldn’t be able to explain, however, why he still moved in the same direction he knew a familiar sergeant resided, why he settled with Ronan as his second best company when normally he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of the other soldiers on any other base.

He waved off the thought of potentially becoming friendly with the sergeant as he dropped down in front of his window, talons catching onto his windowsill.

Avim barely considered how bewildering it would be to see a winged hybrid outside one’s window in the dead of night before he’s lifting a claw and tapping at the glass of Ronan’s window. “Sergeant?” he called out, voice hushed and a little unsure.

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The tap at his window had startled Ronan from the light doze he had found himself in at his desk, hunched over a book, a journal and some loose papers. It took him a second to get his eyes to properly open, and it took a longer second to remember how to even use them.

Ronan’s head drifted to the window, and his brows furrowed. What was the other man doing here, so late? Nevermind the fact he was without a handler. (Which Ronan was glad for, he didn’t think he had the energy for multiple people at this time of night.)

“Mmh, Mosquito?” He opened the window to its full extent to let the hybrid in if he so desired. His voice was scratchy, in its general sense and from the fact he’d just woken up. “What’re y’doin..?”

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If I give you twelve bucks and a 20% off coupon for a Barnes and Nobel can I give forehead kiss?

hm… you are offering twelve bucks? and a coupon?

…make it a quick forehead kiss.

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Favorite alcoholic drink?

i have to say i do not have a favourite drink, i am not picky…

but vodka in any drink is nice. strong.

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that would be nice…

Do you happen to have a favorite flower?

hm. i do like the chamomile flower. it was everywhere where i grew up…

you want to know this… why?

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Eyeball is an acceptable trade for hug 🤗

i do not think it is.

you are bold, anon. i like it.

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that is very interesting… tea is nice. i have not drank it in a while though.

i turn to alcohol more these days haha.

Do you happen to have a favorite flower?

hm. i do like the chamomile flower. it was everywhere where i grew up…

you want to know this… why?

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Do you happen to have a favorite flower?

hm. i do like the chamomile flower. it was everywhere where i grew up…

you want to know this… why?

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Can I hug you, you look hugabble 🥺

no. i promise i am not “hugabble”. you will lose your eyesight if you try to hug me.

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:( fine. It was a Ritz cheese cracker

hmmm. i will take one, then.

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I offer you think singlular cracker as a gift

i do not need or want a cracker. you go find a different bird.

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Think shaking you around like a chew toy would be enrichment

please do not shake me around.