[It's possibly a good thing that Speedwagon has managed to get himself a small apartment in Goldenrod so that he's... not... showing the Rocket base. But as it stands now, he's chilling on what seems to be a patio of some sort, frowning at a rather large braviary that is holding a rather nice leather hat in his beak.
Speedwagon's huffing behind the camera before turning it back around to himself, looking none too pleased with the situation while a salazzle is napping happily in his lap.]Well, it seems that
someone has taken a liking to either this hat or leather, I cannot tell exactly which thing it might be. But either way, Blues is being
particularly resistant to letting go of the blasted thing.
[There's a muffled pleased noise from the ridiculous eagle in the background, Speedwagon merely pursing his lips.]Anyone happen to have an idea of
how to get my hat back? I hadn't even a chance to wear the thing yet before my
dear feathered friend [Oh, the muted anger there is palpable, oops.] commandeered it. I already tried food, he was having absolutely none of that nonsense.