[Writing Sample] Enter, Basilisk Ragnarok

It was early morning. The sun was peeking over the horizon as Basilisk made a quick bee line from his office to the front, double doors. He kept his metallic beak low to not catch any of other doctors' or nurses' eye contact. The last thing he wanted was to get drawn into another task before his first vacation in-

*"Enjoy your vacay, Dr. Ragnarok~"* coo'd one of the nurses, practically waiting for him to pass the receptionist desk.

He rose a hand to acknowledge the woman but kept quiet otherwise. Nothing could stop his quick stride at work and it would be the same out the damn doors.
...

His walk home wasn't without distant company. The light of the nightlife of Oblivion was dimming down as other strangers were trying to catch the last bar or walking home themselves. He stopped at the doors of his favorite bar and pivoted inside. What the hell? Why not start this vacation early with a drink before the longest nap of his existence.

The bartender waved him in. It was thankfully quiet. Maybe one or two patrons sitting 5 feet apart at the bar. He took his usual seat in the very center and removed his hood. "The usual, Bertie. Top shelf." He was tired, but he was finally able to relax.