*he grins wide at the question, then shrugs* plans are just taunts to the whims of chaos. Nobody can stop random chance, and nobody can expect what’s around the corner every time. *he lets himself fall back, laying across 3 stools, his legs still crossed on the one, a second under his lower shoulders, and a third behind his head as his wings sprawl to the sides* so why bother with all that nonsense? I do what I do, and I don’t think too hard about it. *he lifts his chin to his chest to look at you both* I like to keep myself guessing. *he suddenly rolls off the stools onto his hands and feet, landing in a pushups as he does a few, counting backwards from 8*
8…7…6…5…uh…*he pauses, shrugs* 5…5…5

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