@ohmyfeathers sent : there's a knock at the door... it's p/oppy! a rare insight indeed, she almost never leaves her barn to visit others, and she's carrying a plate of cookies in the shape of the mailman himself. a warm smile on her beak, " hello, e/ddie. " soft, gentle voice. " i made these treats for you, dear, as a thanks for delivering my mail so reliably.... and safely, too. " ...and then her eyelids slightly lean as her voice takes on a slightly more anxious tone. " b-but if you aren't hungry, i-i can just go back and make another batch sometime later! "
💌 despite the focused gaze of its inhabitant, the post office was far from quiet - the air filled with a pleasant tune from e/ddie as he works diligently. with practiced ease, the mailman folds a strip of soft red paper carefully through and over a ring of yellow paper - pressing glued ends to one another to finish the link. he holds his work up, looking over a colorful chain of paper as long as his wingspan with a look of pride. ( or, would it be armspan, considering the lack of feathers adorning his outstretched limbs ? ) he had always been proud of his crafts, of course, but how could anyone say no to the swelling in your heart after another job well done ? ... though, perhaps he was forgetting something... had he already made a chain like this today ? the day must be awfully slow if so. he hopes his friends are doing alright... ?
💌 jumping to life at the sound of a knock, he scoots from behind the counter with a swift motion - switching the paper chain for his cap and pressing it snugly upon his head, adjusting his tie to stay a little tighter - all to open his door with a wide swing to greet his visitor with a friendly smile.
💌 " welcome to e/ddie's post offi-... " his voice lingers as eyes drift upward, meeting the familiar yet surprising visage looking back at him. " oh, ms. partridge ! what a lovely surprise to see ya givin' me a visit, what can i do for you ? "
💌 he lets her speak, explaining herself, just about to give the bird a whistle of admiration before she seems to back away. oh, she's always been far too nervous for her own good...
💌 " hey now, who am i to turn down a thank you gift from a dear ol' friend ? especially when it smells so delicious ? " he hums, a hand reaching out to hold the tray as the other picks up a cookie to inspect it. " aw, they even look just like me ! i swear, you're one of the sweetest gals this neighborhood's got, never did i think deliverin' mail would get me somethin' as wonderful as this. "
💌 the cookie is placed back upon the tray as he opens the door wider. " you wanna come in ? i ain't got much goin' right 'bout now, simply some crafts i've been puttin' off... you're more than welcome to join me, if you'd like ! "