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The more Warren has to drink, the birdier his tendencies become, and the more determine he is too ‘woo’ you. His worst hangover was after a night when he spent a good part of the evening trying to impress you with what you are almost completely sure was a mating dace.

But Metal wing Warren,

You and Warren are getting a bit heated kissing, your back pressed against your mattress with Warren hovering over you kissing you feverishly
Then, you hear it. That oh so familiar, oh so annoying sound of metal tugging on wood, looking up you see that once again, Warren has gotten some of his metal feathers wedged in your bedposts.
He gives you a sheepish smile while trying to tug his wings out. You groan and wiggled yourself out from underneath him to see if Erik will come help you, again.
Warren maneuvers himself into a weird hunched over sitting position on your bed "So I’ll wait here?“ he asks making you growl at him, maybe you’ll leave him there for awhile first