{The writer doesn't know if you saw it, but I wrote this in the notes: "Writer was thinking maybe one of his Moon Penguin workers. Writer is also thinking of Conductor, maybe as a follow up to the trans Conductor thing you wrote..."}
Certainly!
Conductor walked out of Dead Bird Studio. It was nearing midnight and most everyone else had already gone home for the night, but he wanted to stick around to get some additional editing done on his film.
It had been a week since he started his film with the studio and he was finally starting to settle. However, he hadn’t exactly gotten close with anyone. His assistant was alright, but not somebody he’d want to hang out with on a regular basis.
Or reveal his little... secret.
Conductor still felt very closeted and didn’t like the idea of hiding his identity as a trans male. But it never came up in conversation and he was never comfortable blurting it out to anyone. It just felt so... unnatural.
The owl director pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one as he went over to a bench to sit down. He took a deep breath after releasing a puff of smoke.
“You know... it’s been a week and you still haven’t said a word to me.”
Conductor recognized the voice almost immediately. He doused the flame of his cigarette onto a metal pang on the bench. “There’s nothing that needs to be said.”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” A penguin came to the left side of the bench and stared at Conductor for a moment. “It’s not my fault that someone conned us by selling two identical deeds to the studio.”
“You should’ve known better,” Conductor said under his breath.
“You should have, too...” DJ Grooves took a deep breath. “May I sit down?”
Conductor paused for a moment. He looked over at the penguin for a moment. This was the most he’s seen of him all week. He grumbled to himself before scooting over to the right.
Grooves smiled a bit before sitting down next to Conductor. “... My name’s Darrel James Grooves, by the way. I don’t think we were ever on a first name basis before.”
Conductor looked down to the ground. “Conductor,” he muttered. “My name’s Conductor.”
“Oh, that can’t be your real name, darling. That’s an occupation.” Grooves hung his head back and looked up at the stars. “I actually got to take a look at the deeds the other day. I believe I saw the name Chelsea on yours. I can’t say I ever saw a gentleman like yourself with a name li-...”
“Clerical error!” Conductor exclaimed, cutting Grooves off. “Just a... clerical error. T-they... when I told them my name... they thought it was Chelsea. I-it’s Wesley.”
Grooves stared at the owl for a moment. He was very confused, wondering why someone so rude and callous was suddenly nervous and stuttering. Was it because of the clerical err-...
... Why would there be a clerical error? I gave my name in writing. Why would he give his name verbal-...
Grooves looked at the details of the owl more closely. His suit hid it well, but there were some... features that were suddenly catching Grooves’ eyes. Something he didn’t notice before. “Wesley, huh?” Grooves leaned back on the bench and rested his arm on the bench right behind Conductor. “Well, Wesley. I can just tell that we’re going to be good friends.”
Conductor scooted even further away from Grooves. “I wouldn’t count on it.”