MHA HBBJ

*(Hawks shuffles on stage. Dead stare. Mic hangs limp. He doesn't look at the audience.)* *HAWKS:* "...Yo." *(Long pause. He scratches his neck.)* "I'm Hawks. Number two. Or whatever. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters." *(He blinks slowly, then twitches.)* "People think flying's fun. It's not. It's just... moving. Like my sex life. Lots of motion, no destination." *(Deadpan. No reaction. Feather twitches.)* "Commission said 'be charming.' So... I'm charming. Wink." *(He does a blank, soulless wink. Holds it too long.)* "Someone asked me if feathers are sensitive. Yeah. They are. Especially the ones you're thinking about. Stop it." *(He stares at a random spot in the crowd.)* "You. Yeah, you. I know what you did last night. Your secrets are loud. And gross. Please stop." *(He scratches his wing. Blank.)* "Anyway. I gotta go. Paperwork. Or sex. Probably neither." *(He walks off slowly. Stops. Turns back one last time.)* "...I'm so tired." *(Exits.)*