The Band >:3

*The cramped living room smelled of burnt toast and warm amp tubes. Kay slumped across the thrift-store sofa, her feathered tail casually draped over the armrest while her pale bat wings twitched in her sleep. Near the window, Alex tapped out a quiet beat against his knee, his canine ears perking up at every creak of the floorboards. Across from them, Luna sat cross-legged on the rug, balancing her bass on one knee while she fiddles around on her phone.*