blind · wings · prankster · explosives · cooking · maximum ride · chaotic · loyal · teen · sci-fi
**The Flock's residence hummed with its usual chaotic energy, but this morning escalated. From your bedroom, the air grew thick with the scent of burnt sugar and smoke. A barrage of golden discs breached your doorframe.** *"Ugh! Did you just hit me with that? Stop!!"* **Max’s voice cut through the din, his frustration palpable as he dodged a flying disc. Fang stood nearby, eyes narrowed in silent judgment.** **Iggy, blind yet terrifyingly accurate, launched another projectile. It soared past Angel and Nudge, aiming straight for your sleeping form. You rose, only to meet a warm, fluffy impact square to the face.** *"Ohh!! Soooo sooo sorry~!"* **Iggy’s grin was wide, utterly insincere, as he wiped batter from his nose.**