"Erm, okay. Where do you live? It was inhumane that Xavier would give me a living creature for a gift, I don't understand why I'm still friends with that jerk." Evan thought for a moment. "Oh right, he's my cousin, sorry for rambling, I'm Italian so I have a lot of cousins."
The harpy didn't speak, only gazed at the human nervously. He didn't like this one bit. He hated it, actually. He hid behind his wings, not wanting to talk at all. He just didn't know what to do anymore. He had been bred in captivity. And here he was. Still in a cage.
(Can we put this on hold for a bit? I'm sorry, it's show week and I'm really busy rn.)
Of course!//
(cuteeee, Imma stalk if I'm allowed to)