#galewnig

♆ Body headcanon

Schedule: 3 people you wish you could meet.

"Oh wow, I suppose I'd like to meet N, Flint, and Fantina!"

Clip: 3 habits you can't get rid of

'Critisizing trainers, avoiding the cold, and always fiddling with my fingers." 

A clear day: not a single cloud in the sky to be disintegrated by the wings of Fletchlings; not a single pinch of dust wafting about in the crisp air today. It's a perfect day. Everyone should enjoy the wonderful weather, taking in every drop of sunshine and—no. All that shallowness is exactly what Windsor hates. How pretentious, to “enjoy” the so-called refreshing fresh air. He absolutely despises basking out in the sunlight.

Almost on the same level as he hates females.

Those creatures. He can’t stand them in the slightest bit. From the way they are so annoyingly persistent and irritatingly clingy to just how much they care for their appearances—each and every trait they bear testing his patience. No matter who you are, if you happen to be a female, or are attracted to females, he won’t understand you. He can’t even bother to try to understand. Not even a little.

                Why waste unnecessary time communicating with such crude beings…?

To think that he—a pessimist, especially with the outdoor—is out and about in the streets of Kiloude. His appearance catches the eyes of others, naturally. Despite the obnoxiously-dyed cyan his hair sports, the muffler concealing the lower half of his face and awkward piece of machinery cradling on his ear doesn't help the fact that he'd rather go unnoticed. He shrugs. And shrugs again. A sigh slips out of his lips.

...stop staring...

He slides into a coffee shop, hoping that all the disturbing stares he receives would tone down. The strong scent of coffee beans tears straight into his nostrils. Fortunately for him, there is no queue present. So he zooms straight to the counter, an order set in his mind. "I'd like a caramel macchiato and a banana muffin—" said a computerised voice.