Cãll Of the Sãnd(MxM)

Falcon

The thinker was startled as he took few steps back as something fell in front of his feet from the overshadowing tree of the balcony. He stood back for few seconds then took cautious steps towards it but again backed away when the thing started to slap its wings. It tried to fly but unfortunately it couldn't. Perhaps it was tired. Once again, the creature became inanimate. It didn't move for a while so the late night riser switched on the light of the balcony and to Seth's utter surprise, the creature was nothing but a falcon. Falcons are found in US but to see a falcon in the middle of the night is indeed very weird. 

Was it hurt? Or was the hunter hunted?  

He poked the bird. No response. Did it die? He felt queasy immediately at such thought. No no! How can it just die in front of him like that!? Seth picked up the bird now. It's body was still warm and its chest was rising and falling. He felt relieved.
Seth took the bird to his room and dialed a number from his phone. After few rings, the phone was picked up and a raspy, sleepy voice; "Hello?..."

"Oh you were sleeping?"

The person from the other side clicked her tongue; "No! I was merely resting by closing my eyes." Seth giggled at the sarcastic bite from his sister. "Did you call me up to giggle?"

"Hahaha. Sorry Reijin, I called you up to ask about falcons." A moment of silence prevailed before with a dangerously calm voice Reijin spoke; "Park Ryujin. You. Literally. Woke. Me. Up. At. 3 AM. In. The. Night. Just. To. Ask. Me. About. Falcons?"

"Uh...yeah?" answered Seth sheepishly.

"ARE YOU KIDDING MEE? You have google-!"-....du--du--du.... "Fucking moron!" The enraged woman slammed her poor phone on the bed side table and fell back to sleep again. Upon his sister, Park Reijin's angry yell, Park Ryujin a.k.a Seth on stage quickly hung up.

He could've referred the google, but he thought that asking his sister would be useful since she's an avian veterinarian, but who knew she'd be so angry!
Seth searched up on google but did not find anything that'd help him in this current situation. Now what should he do with the falcon? By the looks of it, it seems like the bird is sleeping. After a bit of hesitation, he again exited his room and returned shortly with a bowl of water in his hands. He kept the water bowl beside the bird whom he had kept on a table. 

The next morning, two blue pupils stared at the person on bed silently. The owner of the blue pupil savored the sight in front of it-the red haired beauty sleeping without a care of the world with his shirt riding half-a-way of his toned stomach and his hands spread at sides along with his lower portion covered in a quilt. With the little sunlight that penetrated into the room, the man on the bed looked ethereally beautiful and the bird looked at him in such a way as if it was admiring him.

However, when the red haired admired one woke up, the falcon was nowhere to be found.