[. . He hadn't even the time to adjust to his new body when quite suddenly. . It changed again. This time it was wings, black feathered wings flicked with silver. Regardless of this, he simply carries on. He still had no idea where he was, or how to get home. . . and this new body of his simply confused him further with sensations he didn't quite understand. How he found himself at the bakery, however, was simple enough.]
[He sighed softly as he saw something catch his eye. It appeared to be a young boy. . who had fallen over. He could have kept walking. . .But instead he found himself offering a hand to help the other up.]
". . .Are you okay?" [His voice was cool and calm. Not necessarily unfriendly, but it was rather hard to place his tone exactly.]
[He looks up at you with wide, sightless eyes, his hands on the ground between his knees. The wisp of flames spread, the feathers fluttering, the wings flapping.
He tilts his head to the side, regarding you curiously.
There is something... odd about you. It makes him curious as he experimentally reaches out a hand, and he blinks, fisting air.]
[He had noticed that there was something different about the boy. He used his other hand to lift his shades, peering into those sightless eyes and catching on after a moment. So now he gently took the other's hand to help him up.]
" . . .Those wings. . . Does everyone here have them?" [He had noticed the other had wings as well. . .and none of this was really making much sense at all to Blues.]
[He smiles, grateful, as he stands on wobbly legs. The wings flap and the chains clink as Nebbia looks up at you, curious.]
Mm..? Wings.
[He echoes, as he looks over to the appendages on his back, flapping them and making the feathers flutter. He winces when the chains tangle.]
These are wings?
[He blinks, looking up at you curiously. He has no idea what they are, cannot see them for what they are. He only recognizes the extra weight, and the strength of power belied in those gentle indigo flames.]
[Giotto had just woken up moments before. . .To awaken with wings. It was. . . unusual to say the least. . . and he wasn't entirely sure what to make of this. He could only assume it had been the doing of the island. At any rate, he was making his way down stairs, spotting Nebbia outside of the bakery and making his way out there to help him up.]
". . . Nebbia. . . So you as well then?" [He'll be helping you up now with a little frown.]
[He smiles up at you. It looks almost like a beam as he tries to regain his balance. His own wings flap, the chains clinking as it cocoons his small body. He tilts his head as well, and he senses something... different.
He may have reached over, curious, petting your own wings, noticing that you too have added appendages to your person.]
Mm... Master has these as well.
[He stretches the wings momentarily before curling them back as though to emphasize his point.]
[He held on to Nebbia to ensure he didn't fall again, but couldn't suppress the little shiver as you petted his wings. He doesn't say anything on this though, but did make a mental note to himself about how sensitive these wings appeared to be.]
" . . .Yes. . . I'm not entirely sure how we got them. . ."
[He feels the shiver, and he tilts his head curiously. He does it again, petting the feathers, blinking sightless eyes at them curiously. Be thankful he hasn't taught of tugging them yet.
He flaps his own wings, the chains clinking an almost merry tune.]
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[He sighed softly as he saw something catch his eye. It appeared to be a young boy. . who had fallen over. He could have kept walking. . .But instead he found himself offering a hand to help the other up.]
". . .Are you okay?" [His voice was cool and calm. Not necessarily unfriendly, but it was rather hard to place his tone exactly.]
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[He looks up at you with wide, sightless eyes, his hands on the ground between his knees. The wisp of flames spread, the feathers fluttering, the wings flapping.
He tilts his head to the side, regarding you curiously.
There is something... odd about you. It makes him curious as he experimentally reaches out a hand, and he blinks, fisting air.]
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" . . .Those wings. . . Does everyone here have them?" [He had noticed the other had wings as well. . .and none of this was really making much sense at all to Blues.]
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Mm..? Wings.
[He echoes, as he looks over to the appendages on his back, flapping them and making the feathers flutter. He winces when the chains tangle.]
These are wings?
[He blinks, looking up at you curiously. He has no idea what they are, cannot see them for what they are. He only recognizes the extra weight, and the strength of power belied in those gentle indigo flames.]
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". . . Nebbia. . . So you as well then?" [He'll be helping you up now with a little frown.]
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[He smiles up at you. It looks almost like a beam as he tries to regain his balance. His own wings flap, the chains clinking as it cocoons his small body. He tilts his head as well, and he senses something... different.
He may have reached over, curious, petting your own wings, noticing that you too have added appendages to your person.]
Mm... Master has these as well.
[He stretches the wings momentarily before curling them back as though to emphasize his point.]
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" . . .Yes. . . I'm not entirely sure how we got them. . ."
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[He feels the shiver, and he tilts his head curiously. He does it again, petting the feathers, blinking sightless eyes at them curiously. Be thankful he hasn't taught of tugging them yet.
He flaps his own wings, the chains clinking an almost merry tune.]
Wings?
[Flapping them, yes, yes.]
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