Arwings and Angel's Wings || closed with palutenaparade
The sky was pigmented a deep tangerine as the sun had finally set after slowly moving above the hotel. There Falco was, he was sitting on the roof, letting his boots hang off of the edge of the building. It was good to get some peace and quiet, especially from the ruckus of the place.
The deep, fading color of the sky brought a sense of relief to him, for some reason, he’d always felt more secure when night was coming closer, and felt the need to unwind. Maybe a little flight in his Arwing could do? Maybe later. For some reason, he just felt like sitting there, looking onto the area he stayed in for the time being.
He let out a deep sigh, and stood up, knowing full well that he was going to be here for a long time, with so much things to be around, yet nothing to do.