Im Bringing This Sweet Boy To The Rp Blog Too. Hes Normally Found On My Batim Blog, @dancing-duo , However

I’m bringing this sweet boy to the rp blog too. He’s normally found on my batim blog, @dancing-duo , however I want him to fledge and move away from the fandom a bit. His basic info is below:

Name: Engel Neumann

Type: Avian (Eastern Screech Owl)

Age: 21

Born: September

Height: 5′1″

Family: Mother deceased; Father missing; no blood siblings; adopted older brother and dance partner, Charleston

Occupation: Entertainer that specializes in dancing and singing.

Likes: Sweet things such as baked goods, candies, and sweet drinks, soft materials, music, dance, plays and theater, travel

Dislikes: Heated arguments, dishonesty, bullying and stereotyping, prolonged solitude, violent acts

Dark tired eyes, an exhausted slumped posture, this simply would not do. Soon the red haired tailor was draped in several blankets, some fluffed pillows, and the snuggled form of Engel pressed against Tay’s side and back. The feathered creature was in full bristle, soft ebony feathers puffed like a mama bird to cover its brood.

The stubborn, worn tailor needed rest. Thus, a forcement of “nesting” appeared to be in order. Hemming and embroidery could wait until the man had had a decent time to sleep.

Cue a muffled grunt, delayed til Engel was already half done with his plan.

This wouldn’t do. He was going to work. There was plenty strength in him to get up, even without much difficulty, bird or no. The tailor had every intent to do so-

“Blanket pile party!” Cookie exclaimed, flopping down next to Engel.

“Oof-” Tay wheezed in turn.

….

Scratch getting up.

Cai is such a jerk lol

Ismene wanted his cellphone because it kept on waking him up (he’d been awake for three days trying to figure out something) but he’s a stubborn guy and wouldn’t give it to her.

He was in her apartment because she was injured and he was supposed to be taking care of her (they’re neighbors lol)

CAI YOU’RE DOING A HORRIBLE JOB.

Andd the last one 8′D

@dancing-duo

The crew of Hammer and Thread were well over halfway through their latest trip, now headed toward Treno after their last stop in Lindblum. As usual, Rouge was at the helm, keeping a careful eye on the skies before them.

And, at the moment, she was additionally locked in conversation.

“So, I was thinking we could stop by the orphanage, before we set up,” she suggested, making a graceful gesture with her free hand. The other was kept lightly on the steering wheel. Beside her, perched atop a nearby chair, Taylor nodded, leaning back casually in his seat.

“We’ll go there first,” he agreed without protest. There was something else to say, too, and he opened his mouth to speak further-

Instead it was drowned out by a loud THUD against the front window.

      …………

In the next second Taylor was on the move, headed for the hatch leading to the roof of the ship. His retreating form was followed by the words of Rouge, inquiring something along the lines of;

“…Was that a leg?”

Happy birthday @dancing-duo ~! :3

I hope you have an excellent one >8D