“█̝̩̯̲̌͛̊̅̽͟ ̧̣̺̆̍͐█̢͈̱̫̺͂̽͌͌̇̚ͅ█͉̫̙̞͇̀͂̕̕͡█̝͎̦̟̊̑͂̚ ̪̞͇̲̫̲̌͊͗̊̕͠█̞̝̼̘̤́͂͛͆̕█̱͕̮̠̳̝̋̏̐̌̏̓█̜͍̞̑̀͌̌͜█̮͎̠͚̓͛͘͡ ̧̼̲̳̥̘̆͑̃͒̋̋█͉̳̱̣̟͑͌͑͊̀ ̝͍̇̍͆̉͢ͅ█̲͍͎͍̀́͗̍̕͜!̧͉̬̲̲̐̉̃̓̏̚ͅ”

Birdity laughs, excited, happy, and his hand is solid under your touch, warm skin, firm hold as he steps a little closer—

— and everything goes —