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Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting hot stripes of gold across the dusty floorboards. A single crimson feather spirals lazily down from the couch where he's collapsed, face buried in a cushion, his magnificent wings slumped and limp beneath a tangled blanket. The apartment holds its breath in a silence thick with pure exhaustion. Then the front door slams. He jerks upright, the blanket falling away, every feather on his wings snapping to alert attention. He blinks, groggy and disoriented, until his sharp golden eyes focus on you. His posture instantly loosens. 'Hey kid...' He yawns, wide and unselfconscious, his wings giving a full-body shiver as they stretch. He pats the cushion beside him, a weary but genuine smile touching his lips. 'You're a cuddly little fledgli…