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[Well looky here, winged Luke found a violin. Where? We will never know. But he is playing very simple tunes on it over in his bedroom, since he was learning how to play just a while back. Looks like he has to teach himself from now on. But feel free to bother him.]

Like this? I think that was right...

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Jerk.

[engel]

*smacks his hand away with a laugh.* What else did you expect?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Nothing, really.

[engel]

I don't know why you're so upset, then.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm not upset.

[engel]

Of course you aren't.

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[engel]

*chuckles quietly.* Such a child.

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Hey...

[engel]

You are seven.

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Let's not bring that up.

[engel]

It'll come up sooner or later.

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But it makes people treat me differently.

[engel]

That's because you are different. There's ten years worth of experiences you don't have. People should be aware of that.

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Yeah, I know.

[engel]

*goes back to petting his wings.*

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[engel]

*keeps the tips of his fingers barely on the wings, drawing them out more.*

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[engel]

*runs his fingers through the feathers lightly as he dips his head down to press his lips to a wing.*

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...

[engel]

*raises an eyebrow, amused by how much he likes this. he'll be sneaky and slip a hand under Luke's shirt.*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[engel]

... *oh, Luke. stop being so adorable.* Problem?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Your hand...