You're outside, taking a stroll in the starlight. You walk and stretch your wings stopping to sit in a small patch of grass. The clearing had a great view of the sky. The three moons framed by trees and lighting up the sky, and your eyes. Bullseye walks up behind you a basket in their beak. They set down the basket and clear their throat.
Bullseye's sudden presence startles you. Almost flipping your shit you see it's just them. You give them a questioning look as they pull out a picnic blanket and set it out. The quietness isn't broken while you two lay it out together.
They look at you slightly more red than usual and pull a red rose out of the basket and set it before you. You blush and take the rose. You sit back down on the blanket and pat the spot next you with your talon. They sit down with you, admiring the moons with a sleepy look. You wrap your tails together and stare at the moons in silence.
Sometimes silence is nice.
