Name: Andy "The Butcher" Mrotek
Species: Avian
> Been in denial about his identity since fledging
> Looking for answers / others of his kind
> Doesn't know the extent of his ability (at the moment)
Me
Name: V
Age: 18
Country: United States
"Yeah Sisky I've got a pen just let me turn on a light," Butcher winced at the harsh electric glow in his dark room. He had the curtains and blinds tightly closed so there was no chance anyone could see him through the window. I can't let him see me like this, he thought. "I've got it. Tell me your new number. Slow down... What? Okay... Love ya. Bye." He hung up with a sigh.
There was no way they could ever be together and he knew it no matter how much he wanted it to work. "I don't even know how he feels about me." Butcher tapped his chin with a laugh then groaned and got up off the floor where he was sitting. "Time to shave again."