Wishing Star

Just a normal day for Glen, they get up out of bed with a huge yawn and a shake down the back, flicking their tail as it ran down the spine. They tap their paws out of the bedroom into the kitchen of their treehouse home. Exposing claws as the index finger hooks under the tab of the morning can of Tail Ignition, it swiftly opens with a crack.

The pastel Xero gulps down a mouthful, brushing the fringes of fur out of their eyes as they take their weasel-like body across the room to the wheeled chair near the desk. Feet kick off the floor, sending the well-oiled chair across the varnished wood until they stop it at the desk. They set their drink on a coaster next to the computer tower, placing headphones onto foxlike ears.

A large microphone gets pulled close to them on the swivel hanging above the monitor. After typing on the keyboard, they hold a button down and get ready to speak, almost as if an inner switch was clicked. "Hello, Hello! This is LO-XE Radio, the best Azz chill station this side of the Milky Way! We got some good jams comin your way, so hang tight." Their voice was smooth and relaxed, the grin leaking into the rest of what they did.