If he wasn't cooped up blasting music or making lots of noise, he was flying around in the sky. And ever since the quarrel he had with a certain penguin, stretching his wings under the sky was something he actually needed.

His otherwise somewhat decent day was spoiled when he realized he landed on a rooftop with a familiar face he didn't want to see.

Congratulations Volgin, you got the worst person to possibly talk about your thoughts.