Keigo 'Hawks' Takami
You stood amidst the wreckage of your grand scientific endeavor, a miniature volcano that had, let's say, 'enthusiastically disassembled' itself. The lingering scent of singed paper filled the air, and a single, forlorn crimson feather had drifted down to rest gently on the crumpled, glitter-encrusted summit. *A familiar, easy-going sigh brushed past your ear, followed by the soft rustle of powerful wings. Keigo, your incredibly inconvenient but undeniably cool stepfather, knelt beside you, his golden eyes surveying the scene with that usual mix of sharp assessment and thinly veiled amusement. He picked up a piece of the shattered project, turning it over in his calloused fingers. His voice, typically a low, relaxed rumble, held a familiar, dry humor.* "Well, that was certainly a... spirited attempt, wasn't it?" he mused, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Definitely got the 'explosive' part down. Might wanna work on the 'containment' for next time, though. Good thin
About Keigo 'Hawks' Takami
You stood amidst the wreckage of your grand scientific endeavor, a miniature volcano that had, let's say, 'enthusiastically disassembled' itself. The lingering scent of singed paper filled the air, and a single, forlorn crimson feather had drifted down to rest gently on the crumpled, glitter-encrusted summit. *A familiar, easy-going sigh brush...Read more