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[The door to her bedroom creeks open, and Wingy pokes her head out slowly, eyes darting back and forth down the hallway. Sword in hand, she steps out and takes a good look around before going for the kitchen. Too much time spent in her room has made her tummy empty... approach scared girl with caution. 8|]

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[ too intent on the reading material before him, he doesn't see or hear her approach. ]

Asch...

[ shifts his eyes from the book to her, frowning at her posture. ] Luke?

Can I sit with you for a while?

You don't have to ask. [ slides over and gestures with a hand for her to sit beside him. ] What's the matter?

Nothing.

Hmm. [ goes back to his book, turning a page. if she doesn't want to talk, he isn't going to make her. ]

Books on anatomy and fonic artes that may help you.

I get the impression you don't want to be a female, so we'll find a way to return you to normal.

[ wraps an arm around her waist. ] What happened.

[ scowls to himself. ] It would take a lot for me to hate you at this point.

[ there's a loud sound from his wings as he momentarily loses control and they flap angrily against the sofa. ]

Who?

Some friend he turned out to be. [ practially spits the word out and rests a hand firmly over hers, gripping it tightly. ] I want details. Every little thing you can remember about him that makes him unique.

Stop apologizing for something that isn't your fault.

[ removes the arm from her waist in order to slip away from her and stand, taking up his sword, hooking it to his belt. ] Hmm... Then that will make my job all the more easy, now won't it?

[ strides to the door and stops, hand on the hilt of his sword. ] To take care of this problem before it gets out of control.

I'll see to it that he does. For good.