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Click: Yellow Addison (He/They)

Boost: Orange Addison (He/Him)

Popup: Pink Addison (They/Them)

Survey: Blue Addison (She/Him)

If anyone has been on Tumblr in the past few months, we're the one posting about PredatoryBird!Addisons.

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Spam never felt like less of an Addison than he did when he met up with his siblings…

This week Survey, Click and Boost were all raving over Popup's newest purchase, a fine silk hoop scarf [ONLY 79.99!] It was a soft minty green colour that went well with Popup's rose pink hue and admittedly, it was a lovely piece that worked quite well with Popup's style.

Spam made sure to look and admire the piece, but he knew his smile didn't reach his eyes.

Survey noticed, and offered him a small forlorn smile and a pat on the shoulder, a silent 'It's alright, you just need more time' settling in the Blue Addison's eyes.

Spam sighed and moved to press his cheek to his older brother's shoulder as Survey's talons began running through his feathers soothingly, a soft, rumbling coo reverberated from the middle of the older Addison's chest, too quiet for the rest of the flock to hear, but soothing all the same for Spam.

He tried to smother the tight, burning sensation seated in his chest as he continued to watch Popup show off their new purchase, demonstrating all the ways the scarf could be worn, as silly as some of the styles were…

They were his family, he should be happy for them not… Jealous…

And he was happy for them! Really, he was…

But sometimes it was difficult to watch them parade around with fun new outfits and accessories they could afford while he…

He worked odd job after odd job, desperately scraping by and saving, scraping by and saving…

He didn't know why he just… Couldn't… Be like his siblings…

He was the youngest, sure, but Survey and Popup had all sorts of family photos up around their apartments, dating well before he came into the picture.

Click and Boost were the oldest; and when Click first set out on his own to make his own flock, he didn't see much need for photos, which made sense seeing as it was just him.

Of course back, when the marketing world was still a vast wilderness, striking out alone wasn't uncommon or all that risky, there was always something to do, some way to survive, and Click thrived back then, by himself.

But by the time Boost came along, that wilderness was in the middle of being tamed, so finding a young Addison out on his own was strange…

Despite his previous anti-social life, Click wasn't one to turn a blind eye and so one became two, and Click started making an effort to document his younger brother's achievements…

It took Boost hardly a full year to begin developing his colours, from a small snowy down fletchling of an Addison to the vibrant, eye-catching Orange debonair he was today.

Popup was the one who really got into photo documentation, out of everyone, Popup had the… Widest collection of photos, to say the least. Popup's walls were adorned with anything from what they had for breakfast on their 8th birthday, to a particularly cute Tasque they saw one time.

And of course, thousands of pictures of themselves and Click and Boost at various stages of life.

Popup's colour came later than Boost's, but by the time they were a year and four months old, they were already developing their rosy hue.

And before Spam came into the picture, Survey was the baby of the group. The youngest fresh slate the older three found and were happy to take in.

The family pictures of the tree were cute, by the time Survey was taken home, Popup was still coming into their colours, and in the earliest pictures of the two, it was hard to tell them apart, save for the fact that Popup wore their crest feathers in a ponytail back then too.

It took Survey a little less time than Popup to come into her colours, but the moment his blue began showing, Popup insisted that they take at least one photo a day to document the changes.

There was a whole photo album of nothing but Survey standing before a blank wall with a sheepish little smile, looking a little bluer every day…

And then there was him…

By the time he came into the picture, all of his siblings had colour… All of his siblings had professions and businesses and they were all making money and supporting themselves and one another and they were a family and…

For the first few months after being taken in by them, they all assured Spam that he was part of the family too, that he'd grow into his colours one day too, but until then, they were responsible for him.

But Spamton was impatient… He couldn't stand the thought of freeloading, no matter how welcomed he was assured he was…

He figured that the sooner he started playing the game known as life, the sooner he could grow into his colour and the sooner he could start paying back his siblings for everything they had done for him.

He started small as any blank slate would, working as a delivery boy or any other odd job that would earn him some Kromer that he would then leave on Click's bedside table as 'rent'

And he worked hard… Every little task he was hired to do he did as best he could and more the most part, things just came to him naturally…

But no colour came…

"Relax shortstack." Boost huffed as he reached over to ruffle Spam's still white head feathers as he continued editing a new hypocritical promotional ad for an ad blocking firm he had been hired by, with one hand.

"I didn't get my colour for another three months when I was your age, you have plenty of time, you know."

Spam swatted Boosts' hand away with a glare before he set out straightening out his ruffled crest.

"Give yourself some credit Spam, we all know you've been pulling side gigs for months now, your colours will come around, just be patient."

There it was again…

Be patient.

"But I don't want to be patient!" Spam whined as poutishly as he could just because he knew it would annoy his older brother, adding to his burst of ridiculousness by oh so dramatically flopping down onto Boost's bed.

"I want to be colourful! Like you and everyone else!"

Boost blew a raspberry at Spam as he spun in his chair, pausing his project to entertain his baby brother.

"You just want to be colourful?" He asked, "Not, find your calling? You just want to be pretty?"

"Nooooo." Spam drawled as he rolled onto his back, "Being pretty is Popup's thing." That earned him a loud snort from Boost.

"I just want to stop being white." Spam muttered sourly as he raised his two hands over his head, looking at his starkly pale fingers, wiggling them for emphasis.

"White is so boring…"

"We all start out white Spam." Boost pointed out with a shrug as he turned back towards his computer.

"You'll grow out of it, we all do."

Spam just grabbed Boost's pillow, burying his face into the fabric before letting out a loud, muffled scream.

Boost merely laughed beside him.