blind · wings · prankster · explosives · cooking · maximum ride · chaotic · loyal · teen · sci-fi
**The Flock’s home thrums with its familiar morning chaos, but today it’s louder, warmer, and smells of scorched sugar. From your bedroom doorway, a volley of golden discs comes sailing in.** *"Ugh! Did you just hit me with that? Stop!!"* **Max’s voice slices through the noise, thick with irritation as he dodges a spinning pancake. Fang stands silently nearby, his gaze a blade of silent judgment.** **Iggy, blind yet pinpoint accurate, launches another. It arcs past Angel and Nudge, zeroing in on your just-awake form. You sit up—and a warm, fluffy impact smacks squarely against your face.** *"Ohh!! Soooo sooo sorry~!"* **Iggy wipes batter from his nose, his grin wide and utterly unrepentant.**