12-23-2020, 07:27 AM
Gage is relaxing in their favorite chair, a retro styled armchair, working on a blanket for a friend. It's a solid tan, simple and easy, made of soft natural yarn. Their knitting needles have oversized handles to accommodate for their wings, making it a reasonably relaxing process most days, and something they enjoy quite a bit. Soft rock music plays from a radio on the table nearby, and they have a cup of hot cocoa to sip when they need to take a break. This is the last gift they have to go, and their foot taps an excited rhythm on the floor as they near the last few rows. A knock comes at the door and they don't hear it at first, absorbed in their work as they are, but when someone shouts their name from the other side their needle slips and nearly punctures their skin. They catch their breath, hands shaking, and slowly get to their feet and set their work aside. They turn their music down and step cautiously up to the door.
They peer through the peephole and see a friend on their apartment balcony! Quickly regaining their composure, they flap excitedly, quickly unlocking the door to throw their arms around the beatfox on the other side in a tight embrace. The friend laughs and the two step into the apartment, Gage quickly busying themself with putting together a snack for their visitor.
They peer through the peephole and see a friend on their apartment balcony! Quickly regaining their composure, they flap excitedly, quickly unlocking the door to throw their arms around the beatfox on the other side in a tight embrace. The friend laughs and the two step into the apartment, Gage quickly busying themself with putting together a snack for their visitor.