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tenipuri_xpRating: Pg-ish?
Dated: Saturday the 14th
Summary: Shishido sneaks over for an afternoon visit.
Ohtori yawned, draped over his couch on a late afternoon. He’d been practicing a lot lately just to try and control his powers. It had been humiliating to nearly get caught in that store, and was severely scolded upon his return. He was also a bit worried about some other school called the Brotherhood. Apparently, according to Kamio, they were enemies. It was bad enough he was supposed to avoid the ‘normal people’ and other ‘mutants’ from that school. How were they supposed to make the world a better place if people couldn’t even get along?
Frowning deeply, he reached under the cushion to pull out the long white feather. He hadn’t seen Shishido since their run in, frankly, he hadn’t left the school since. The silvery haired boy couldn’t help but wonder if the winged boy was forbidden to him as well as most people.
Shishido had learned a lot in the last couple of weeks. One was don't have your mall trip end on the six O'clock news. The next was that twitchy wings that have a mind of their own should be specially strapped down so as to not be seen. Third was that if he contorted his face, used all his concentration and made a few weird grunting noises he could flap his wings enough to raise himself about a meter in the air. The last thing he learned was that none of this would help him find Ohtori's room at the Ryuhana institute. Thankfully, they appeared to have really bad security, and if any of those freaky mind mutants had spotted his presence on the ground they ignored it.
He didn't really know why he was wandering down the halls of the 'enemy' school holding a bag (backpacks had long been labeled useless and given away) of hair products. The kid probably hadn't learned any decent control in two weeks but for some reason he found that he would rather risk getting zapped by the kid then listening to Lucky boy ramble on for the afternoon.
Rounding another corner and still not knowing what he was looking for he decided to stop some random person and ask where the kid that fried things with electricity was. He was hardly surprised when the person lit up with recognition at the description and easily gave directions. Finally he was able to get to Ohtori's door where he raised a hand and gave several solid taps to the offending thing.
Looking up suddenly, he thrust the feather beneath the small couch in his room and jogged to the door. “Just a moment please!” He tripped over his own feet, and stumbled, wincing as lights flickered over head, but did not explode. Grinning a little, he reached the door; glad he’d covered the metal handles with some electrical tape to be safe.
Opening the door, half expecting it to be one of the other students, he had a pleasant surprise waiting. “Shishido-san?” He saw the bag and smiled. It had only been about two weeks. “Come in!” He pulled him into the room quickly, and closed the door. “Sorry, people here are paranoid about the Brotherhood and such.”
Shishido was half way through a hello when he was yanked into the room and the door closed behind him. He could feel his wings fight against the restraints at all the surprise jostling but other wise they stayed firmly tuck beneath his white trench. "Brotherhood and such?" He asked raising an eyebrow before looking away to take in the room. The place couldn't be that paranoid if he had been wandering around undisturbed for so long.
Setting the bag down on the table, he fixed his hair before turning back to the taller teen. "So, learn control yet?" He asked with a grin.
Blushing at the abrupt greeting, he apologized first and then glanced about the room to make sure nothing embarrassing was out like underwear or anything like that. Perfectly clean as always. “Well, a bit. At least that was what I heard. I don’t know…” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, anxiously
He eyed the bag again curiously, “uhm…make yourself at home if you like. No one will come in.” He was referring to the jacket, it couldn’t be very comfortable having wings tied down under that jacket. “I am getting a lot better at it, how is flying going?”
"Should you just be letting strangers into your room then?" Shishido asked, debating whether to take off the coat or not. He always felt so exposed in front of people when his wings were in view, but he felt caged when they were hidden. Maybe he'd leave it on for a few more minutes, until he knew if he was staying or not. "Good, but you have to pass a test before you get the prize." He walked over to the bag and pulled out a light bulb with a flourish. "Let there be light, and keep it steady." He tossed the bulb across the room to Ohtori as he leaned against the table waiting for the show.
..a lightbulb?
Ohtori caught it, bouncing it back and forth awkwardly before catching it and laughing a bit. That was mean, it sounded like a tease, passing a test? Frowning a little, he gripped the bulb carefully and concentrated. Why won’t it light? Shishido would leave if he didn’t get it right. He didn’t want to be alone, it was nice having a friend. Closing his eyes, he finally got a light glow from it, hoping that was acceptable, he looked over at the dark haired boy and silently hoped it was enough. It would start getting riskier if he was asked to make it brighter.
Shishido watched patiently with a small smile as the bulb flickered and finally glowed, it wasn't the brightest it could be, but sometimes a smaller use of power showed more control then when it was blaring around. "Can you hold it?" If Ohtori could sustain that level of light, then he would declare a passing grade and give the teen the hair help he so needed.
“Yes…” Ohtori mumbled, staring at the bulb and holding it has best as he could, hands shaking slightly. How long did he have to do this for? It’s so hard, he bit on his lower lip slightly and tried to concentrate on Shishido’s small smile. After a while, his finger tips were starting to go numb. “Can I please quit…this is really hard.” He bit a little harder on his lip, wanting to drop the stupid light bulb, besides it was starting to get slightly brighter.
Walking forward until he stood in front of the light bulb, Shishido carefully placed his hand over it and lowered it down. "You can stop. Still need to work on it, but you didn't blow anything up." His words might have been a bit harsh, but there was pride in his eyes and a small lopsided smile on his lips. He didn't know why he cared if this kid - who nearly got him caught by the cops their first meeting - succeeded, but he did. And to Shishido, that was enough of a reason, he could worry about the why some other day.
Ohtori looked down, glad for the near approval. At least he had semi-succeeded, which meant Shishido could stay. Lowering the bulb to the table, he started rubbing his hands on his pant legs and murmuring about tingling fingers. Satisfied most of the static had dissipated into the air; he flopped down comfortably on the small chair beside the table. Would you like something to drink, Shishido-san?”
"I'm fine." Shishido said, taking the warm bulb in his hand and looking at it for a moment, there was not scorch marks or anything on the bottom, it was impressive considering two weeks ago the boy was blowing up grocery stores. He placed it back onto the table and reached for the whole bag. "This," He said handing over the bag to Ohtori, "Is your prize. Just like I promised." He sat down on the table and shifted a bit for his wings to settle and be comfortable before grinning over at Ohtori.
Ohtori smiled and looked at the bag, thinking of what it was. He had short term memory at times, and wasn’t too sure what was promised. Smiling, he dug into the bag and pulled out some hair serums to fix static, a leave in conditioner, and a few neat little brushes. While it was not normally the sort of things a boy his age would usually like to win as a prize, he grinned. “Thank you. I’ll test it out later on and see how it works!” Looking around his room, he frowned. “While you are…visiting, did you want to do anything?” He was excited to have a guest and didn’t want him getting bored or leaving right away.
Shishido watched Ohtori pull out the items intensely, he knew it wasn't the most obvious gift choice for someone, but it was useful and if you were giving your hair electro therapy everyday, then it needed good quality products. "I went with heavy creams to help fight the electricity, to put moisture and shine back in your hair. Give it a few days before you judge ok?" The silver locks didn't really look that bad, but they did look damaged and they were bound to get worse if not treated properly.
He shifted around on the table as he looked around the room, it was very sparse looking as far as entertainment went. He shrugged and turned back to his host, "I don't know. What do you have to do?" For some reason he hadn't planned on doing much of anything, just dropping off the stuff and getting away from the Brotherhood felt like a good idea to him.
He tilted one of the odd containers curiously and sniffed it. Sneezing slightly, he blushed and put it back on the table top. “Thank you, it smells very nice.” If not a bit like his mother’s shampoo.
Glancing about the room, he frowned. He didn’t do much. “I uhm, have books, and music, and movies. I have a few bored games and stuff. We could, uhm, also see what’s around the school here if you want.” There really wasn’t much to do in his room that he could think of. “And you can take off the jacket and stuff if you want to, no one visits me.”
Shishido looked around once more and stopped on the tv, "We could watch a movie, and we can talk in the boring parts." He enjoyed films, but he always found that even the best ones tended to drag in parts, that's why it was good to watch with someone, you could talk through it, or make fun of it if needed.
"I'm sure you get visitors, I'm one after all." Shishido said staring at the door and deciding if it was worth it. Not as if seeing wings on a person would really bother anyone who may walk in. With a shrug, he stood and moved to the open space in the room. Slipping out of his jacket he then pulled on the ties that would release his wings. The feathers ruffled and he flapped his wings lightly to work out the kinks. Satisfied, he pushed back his hair that had flown out of place and tossed the unused coat at the table.
Ohtori bounced over to the tv and pulled out a few videos with a grin, “you can pick one and I’ll get some snacks or something. He hadn’t watched a movie in a long time, and it had been even longer since he’d watched one with another person. He dug around a while, certain he’d brought- ah! He pulled out a bottle of soda and a box of cookies.
Watching the wings flap a while, he sat back on the small couch he’d put together and cocked his head. “Does it hurt to keep them tied back when you go out?” Glancing back at his door, he sighed. “I usually just run into people in the halls here, I rarely have guests, I think you are the first person to actually come into my room. I suppose the tape on the door might be unnerving or something.” And he was nervously babbling..why? He was usually the quiet type.
Bending over slightly to look at the videos, Shishido's wings flapped idly as he decided. "I think this one." He said picking up the King Arthur dvd and putting it into the player, off in his own world. "Huh?" He looked back over Ohtori who had already made himself comfortable on the couch, "It's more like an itch you can't scratch but better than getting caught." He shrugged, wings flapping up and down with his action as he headed to perch on the arm of the couch - letting his wings hang over the edge. "I'm sure with the assortment of freakish powers, yours isn't the worst. Better tape than frying someone." He crossed his feet on the couch cushion and waited for the movie to start.
The brown eyes followed each slow movement the wings made, noting that he actually perched. Not that it was amusing or anything…really. Smiling as the movie started, he leaned back to focus on that, rather than the oddly attractive man sitting on his couch. “I guess it is better than answering about those.” He pointed slightly to the wings. “Especially after the lectures I got for almost being caught. Apparently they won’t hesitate to hurt us…” He frowned, “how are we supposed to peacefully interact if they want to hurt us?” As the movie started, he stared ahead and began to watch the epic tale.
"Those idiots would probably want to rip them off. Can't say I wouldn't mind being normal again but that would freaking hurt." Wings shuddered at the thought. Shishido may not have been fond of them at first, and they still might be a pain, but he was fond of his limbs, rather attached actually. "And those bastards are only friendly as long as you conform. Peace won't be easy, that's for sure." He would call it a fools dream, but he didn't feel like watching Ohtori's face fall completely at his insults. Instead, he turned to watch the opening of the movie, the opening battle scene was entertaining at least.
“That’s horrible. Well, if we had been caught…I wouldn’t have let them do that to you.” He was trying to sound brave, and yes, maybe he would have had to fight if they’d been caught. But his mother always said there may come a day when he would have to. But hopefully not today, or any other day in the near future. Ohtori smiled at him hopefully, “I know it won’t be easy, but what’s the point of having anything if you didn’t have to work for it?” Even girly smelling hair supplies. He looked at the movie and whimpered at the violence, blocking his eyes a bit, but attempting not to make it look obvious.
Shishido looked over at Ohtori with a small smile, that Ohtori would fight for his wings was sort of endearing, even if he was more likely to electrocute himself and everyone around him than really do any good. Still, "Thanks Ohtori, my wings and I appreciate the gesture." He shifted on the arm, leaning against the back of the couch and tucking his legs up closer to him, wings bristling lightly. It was so hard to get comfortable with heavy objects hanging off your back and making it impossible to comfortably flop against the back of the couch. Shishido was sure he'd get used to them eventually, maybe even find a way to lay down with no protesting wings too. "You're right, the harder you work, the sweeter success tastes." He looked at the movie and then at Ohtori, "Why are you hiding from your own movie? It's not that bad." Really they could have made it more gory, but maybe he was just desensitized.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled pleasantly and watched his shift and shuffle. “are you uncomfortable? Maybe if you lay on your stomach, or drape them farther over the back of the couch?” He had no idea what to do, he’s always had just the normal given amount of limbs. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he thought. “True, it’s just sometimes things seem almost too hard, even for the greater good.” He looked at the screen at the wrong time and winced. “It was a gift from my brother, he said I would probably like it.”
"I'm good." Shishido said, cheering silently for Arthur as he stabbed someone. "Does your brother know that you're a pretty big wimp when it comes to movies?" He wondered if the brother was younger or older and if he had any powers, but it wasn't really polite to ask. "And it's not all killing, it tells how two different peoples set aside their differences to save their land…" He knew Ohtori would like that part of the movie at least.
“He probably got it to tease me. He’s a few years younger, but acts like my big brother at times…” He frowned, attempting to look serious, “and I am not a wimp.” Listening to Shishido explain the premise, in spite of the fact he’d read the books before on the tales of King Arthur and his knights. Bringing a pillow up from the corner to grip to his chest, he grinned. “I know, it can be pretty relevant now, eh?” Except of course even the ‘gifted’ were divided from each other.
Shishido grinned, wondering if he could get away with giving teasing gifts yet. "It's good that you're still close. My family is a bit disturbed by it all." Not that they still didn't love him and send him care packages but it was the fact that they never physically visited that told him he still wasn't accepted. His wings flapped a bit in agitation at his thoughts and he pushed them from his mind to enjoy the movie and company.
“They’ll be fine about it soon enough, my family had a long time to get used to me like this.” He winced recalling nights where he’d over hear his parents argue about who’s fault it was that he was like that, and things like that. But the next morning they would both smile at him as though it had never happened, and life went on like that for many years after. So, he had time to adjust too. It must be hard having things just suddenly start growing out of you like that. He couldn’t help but look at the winged boy still perching on his couch, and smile though a bit sadly.
Shishido nodded, thinking that anybody would probably need more than a month to fully adjust to wings shooting out of their son's back. Hell, even he needed more time to adjust, but he didn't have the luxury of ignoring the problem. "I'm sure they will in time. They aren't bad people. They just don't get the whole mutant thing." They were all too relieved to send Shishido to the brotherhood and so they never have to get the whole mutant thing.
After a few moments of trying to watch the screen he felt something niggling in the back of his head, like he was being watched and analyzed. He glanced over, but Ohtori was watching - or avoiding watching - the screen. But when he looked back at the movie he could feel eyes on him again. Turning quickly, wings fluttering out at the speed, he caught Ohtori giving him a judging and curious look. "What?' He asked a bit annoyed.
He was caught. Ohtori blushed and glances away quickly. “Sorry, I was just…looking at them and wondering if they hurt much now, and stuff.” Looking back at the movie, he tried to keep his eyes from going back to Shishido. It was rude to stare, and he was clearly sensitive about his looks. Think, Choutarou!
"They only hurt when they broke through the skin." Shishido said lifting a hand to finger several feathers. "Now they only hurt if I pull a muscle in them, or if someone plucks out a feather." He looked over at Ohtori who was now doing his best to not look at him. It was sort of funny. He was obviously curious about the freak sitting on his couch with wings but now wouldn't even glance his way. Maybe he had offended him by demanding to know what he was looking at. As long as he wasn't being made fun of, he didn't mind the stares so much, with his looks he was used to them after all. He debated whether or not to say something further while his eyes rested in the direction of the tv, one hand still fidgeting with the tip of his wing.
“Oh…well…be careful.” He stared at the tv fixedly, blood baths or not, it was better than upsetting his guest. Another quick glance and a smile, and he’d noticed the fingers on feathers and cocked his head. What are you doing?”
"I am. It's the people around me who aren't" Shishido huffed, if Sengoku pulled one more feather, lucky or not, he was going to get beaten. At Ohtori's question he looked at his hand that was still idly toying with a feather. "Oh," He hadn't realized he had gone from playing with the ends of his hair to playing with the end of his feathers. At least it meant he was getting used to his feathers, but what an embarrassing habit. "Nothing." He took his hand away and looked back at the screen.
“I see. I’m sorry.” He looked at the wingtips still, before swallowing and building up some nerve. “If I promise to be really careful, can I touch them? I know it sounds odd…but please?” They looked soft and smooth, it would be hard for anyone to resist. Besides, he was curious what wings felt like, especially giant ones like those.
Shishido's wings fluttered and feather's bristled at the question. Still, his face was calm as he spoke, "You want to touch them?" He supposed there was no harm in it, just that he had never let anyone besides the Brotherhood doctor do so. His 'friends' at the school didn't count as they just poked at them and tugged on feathers, he doubted Ohtori would do either of those things. "I don't see why but go ahead." With a shrug, he swung his legs to hang off the edge of the couch, his back to Ohtori, with wings ruffling silently.
“Pretty…” He mumbled and shyly reached forward like a small child would do to a dog. Finally he reached out selecting a centrally located feather on the left wing and slowly stroked down the length, smiling faintly. They were as soft as he had expected. Grinning and feeling a little more confident at the lack of a struggle, he moved a little and touched a few higher ones very gently, concentrating on not electrocuting the dark haired boy’s wings, which were apparently a little sensitive.
Shishido slouched forward, head resting on his hands, waiting for the inspection to be over. He could feel Ohtori behind him, and the gentle tug told him that his feathers were being touched. When the silver haired boy moved his hands deeper in his feathers he shivered, wings shifting slightly. With a shuddered 'oh' he forced himself to relax into the inquiring touch. He didn't realize that his wings could be so sensitive; sure it felt nice when he cleaned them but he wasn't expecting bolts of tingly and pleasurable sensations to shoot through him at just the gentle touches Ohtori was giving him. The doctor had only prodded his wings in a professional manner, making him feel more like an analyzed bird than anything.
Smiling at the shifting and shaking feathers, he continued for a few more moments before stopping. Never press your luck, eventually Shishido would probably get annoyed, and Ohtori did not want that at all. Wiping his fingers on his pant legs, he blushed and went back to sitting on his side of the couch, a smile playing as he recalled and exhaled ‘oh’. Clearly the wings were sensitive to touch, that would be good to know.
Shishido blinked a couple times when he realized that Ohtori was no longer touching his wings, he shook them out slightly and spun around on the arm so he was facing the other teen. "So? What do you think?" He had sort of expected Ohtori to touch them longer, so he was a bit concerned that maybe there was something wrong with them. He stopped himself from tapping his foot but couldn't stop his wings from shifting behind him as he waited for the answer.
Smiling and cocking his head, he leaned against the arm of the couch and looked at the older boy. Think. Say something. Anything. “They are very much like a bird’s.” NOT THAT YOU BLOODY IDIOT! “Sorry…I mean, they are really nice, and soft. I like them a lot. I just didn’t want to be rude and touch them too much.” Even if it did sound like you liked it. Chewing his lower lip, he smiled. “I didn’t hurt them or anything, right?”
"What?" Shishido said at the bird comment, feathers ruffling. He was calmed down slightly by Ohtori's hurried apology. He guessed that they were wings and since the only other real creatures with them were birds, he wouldn't be too insulted… this time. "Thank you…" He said looking back over at the movie. It wouldn't have been all that bad if Ohtori had continued his inquisitive touch, he was actually enjoying it. In second thought, it was probably for the best that he had stopped, losing control that way wouldn't have been good. "They're fine. Nothing crispy, maybe I'll let you touch them again sometime." Maybe…
“Sorry again.” He smiled all the same watching the movie for a few more moments. It was sort of presumptuous of Shishido to assume that he would want to, granted he did want to touch them again and again. Smiling and trapping his hands between his knees, he cocked his head. “Thank you Shishido-san.”
Shishido just shrugged, eyes never moving from the scene playing on the TV. He didn't think letting someone touch his wings was a big deal, but now, without Ohtori touching them he felt somewhat empty. Maybe it was more a personal thing than he first thought. He would remember not to carelessly let people finger his feathers from now on. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his wings around him to help combat the bit of emptiness he felt.
Seeing Shishido ball up a bit, Ohtori frowned. “Hey? Are you okay? You aren’t sick or cold or anything?” He moved closer with a worried expression. His eyes scanned the boy looking for a feverish flush or a sign of something wrong. A person with his nature shouldn’t be in such a closed-off and uptight position, Shishido exuded confidence. Why not now? Reaching over to rest the back of his hand on the shorter boy’s forehead, he clicked his tongue, “not feverish.”
"Hey! Stop that. What are you doing?" Shishido said, pulling back his wings enough to bat Ohtori's hands away from his face. "I'm fine, I was just feeling a bit…" Empty, alone "cold." He stood up and flapped his wings, more to shake out the stupid feelings that were going through his head than anything else. He didn't know what had come over him, it was just Ohtori touching his wings. True, they were more sensitive than he thought they would be, but that was no excuse to become so needy. Maybe he just needed to get laid. That could solve a lot of his problems he thought flapping his wings one more time before gingerly sitting back on the arm of the couch.
Ohtori frowned, rubbing his offended hands and mumbling an apology. Cold? He didn’t look cold exactly, but…”Do you want to borrow a blanket or something? I can even make some tea. I guess I didn’t think it was cold.” He got up to seek said items before the winged boy would have time to argue. It would give him a chance to figure out why being batted away like that had hurt his feelings the way they had. Maybe he’d been too friendly?
Before Shishido could protest, Ohtori had already fled to the kitchenette. "Err.. I'm fine now. It was just a passing chill." He jumped up and moved towards Ohtori, wings fluttering behind him. "Really. Just sit down and let's watch the last of the movie." Geesh, this friendship was a lot of work, but the quirks at least kept it from getting boring.
The boy froze, and nodded. “If you are sure.” But just to be safe, he brought the blanket anyway. Sitting back on the couch, he’d been mildly startled by him approaching like that, it looked odd, especially with his wings out. The only way anyone would have been able to tell was the fact his hair was again standing on end. Batting it down, he smiled sheepishly and adjusted the volume on the movie.
Tired of perching, Shishido flopped stomach down onto the couch like Ohtori had suggested earlier, his feet hanging up and over the end. His wings were a bit uncomfortable and he flapped and flexed them until they rested in a way that wouldn't bug him. Pushing strands out of his face he looked up at the silver haired teen, "You know, I think you may have to watch the movie again to get the full story." He grinned before turning back to the screen. Most of the distractions were his fault, but combine that with Ohtori's refusal to watch the fight scenes he saw practically none of it.
“Yeah, I know. That’s okay, I’m enjoying your company.” He smiled sweetly, turning from the big battle scene again, and frowning a little. Maybe he could fast forward through those bits when he did seriously watch it. If he decided to actually watch it. But he was happy to see Shishido move like that, he looked much more relaxed like that. “Is that better?”
Shishido smiled a bit more, "You should. My company's in pretty high demand after all" There was no need to mention that he would rather avoid most of that demand because they just liked to annoy him. As the fight scene wrapped up, with another death of the knights, he looked over at Ohtori, "When I go, you should try out the hair products, you're sticking up again." He said reaching a hand up to pat the hair but falling short. "Damn, you really are tall aren't you?" With a bitter laugh he rested his head down on his arms and snuck a couple glances up at Ohtori between scenes.
“I can see why…erm…understand. Yeah.” He shrugged and laughed at his own clumsy speech. He chuckled and tried to comb back the silvery strand, blushing when Shishido tried to do the same and missed. “I’m not that tall.” But the tallest in his family. Leaning back on the couch, he smiled and watched the movie, feeling veiled glances in his direction but trying to ignore them.
There was no reason for him to keep glancing up at Ohtori, it was almost predictable the way a sword being drawn equaled a slight tilt of the head as he looked away. The way his eyes would clear as they conversed, eyes following subtitles rapidly. The way a hand would ever so often twitch, as if wanting to touch something, or the way his hair would stand just a bit straighter whenever a gruesome scene came on, showing that he didn't have complete control on his powers, even if he had gotten better. Soon the credits were rolling and he shifted his full gaze back onto his friend. "I should probably go soon. I'll be missed if I'm out too long."
The silvery-haired youth smiled as the movie ended, wiping quickly at his eyes to make sure he had not been crying at all. It was not an emotional ending…really. Glancing back to his guest as the credits rolled by, he nodded. “Yeah, I don’t want you to be in trouble over me. I’ll just go start trying the conditioners and stuff.” Running fingers through his hair, he stood. “And maybe we can do something more exciting and less traumatizing next time. I-If you wanted to hang out again.”
"In trouble over you again." Shishido said standing up. "I didn't realize this time was traumatizing. But something more exciting might be fun." He paused, coat half in hand, "Unless of course it includes blowing things up again. Then I'll pass." He folded his wings back down behind his back, and picked up the cord used to tie them back to start binding them down.
“Just the movie.” He laughed a little, pawing at the back of his neck awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to offend the winged mutant. “But, yes something exciting. Not destructive. Not even a little.” He watched him wrapping his wings and sighed. “That looks kind of hard…”
Shishido shrugged, causing his wings to jerk a bit against the cord already on them. "Practice makes perfect." A few more twists and loops and he deigned they were secure enough for the journey home. "And maybe just a little destructive is ok." He said with a smirk, shrugging on his coat.
Blushing, "Maybe a little." He walked to the door to get it for him, already pondering the hair supplies and how much earlier he would have to wake up to get his hair done. Maybe being around Shishido was a lot of trouble, but he seemed worth it.
"Enjoy the stuff power freak. And tell me if they work for you." With a friendly punch to the arm he headed out the door "I'll see you around Ohtori Choutarou." With that he moved quickly down the hall and away from Ryuhana.
"I will." Rubbing his arm and watching the retreat, he smiled and shook his head. "Goodbye...Shishido-san." He walked back into his room to prepare for a shower.
Dated: Saturday the 14th
Summary: Shishido sneaks over for an afternoon visit.
Ohtori yawned, draped over his couch on a late afternoon. He’d been practicing a lot lately just to try and control his powers. It had been humiliating to nearly get caught in that store, and was severely scolded upon his return. He was also a bit worried about some other school called the Brotherhood. Apparently, according to Kamio, they were enemies. It was bad enough he was supposed to avoid the ‘normal people’ and other ‘mutants’ from that school. How were they supposed to make the world a better place if people couldn’t even get along?
Frowning deeply, he reached under the cushion to pull out the long white feather. He hadn’t seen Shishido since their run in, frankly, he hadn’t left the school since. The silvery haired boy couldn’t help but wonder if the winged boy was forbidden to him as well as most people.
Shishido had learned a lot in the last couple of weeks. One was don't have your mall trip end on the six O'clock news. The next was that twitchy wings that have a mind of their own should be specially strapped down so as to not be seen. Third was that if he contorted his face, used all his concentration and made a few weird grunting noises he could flap his wings enough to raise himself about a meter in the air. The last thing he learned was that none of this would help him find Ohtori's room at the Ryuhana institute. Thankfully, they appeared to have really bad security, and if any of those freaky mind mutants had spotted his presence on the ground they ignored it.
He didn't really know why he was wandering down the halls of the 'enemy' school holding a bag (backpacks had long been labeled useless and given away) of hair products. The kid probably hadn't learned any decent control in two weeks but for some reason he found that he would rather risk getting zapped by the kid then listening to Lucky boy ramble on for the afternoon.
Rounding another corner and still not knowing what he was looking for he decided to stop some random person and ask where the kid that fried things with electricity was. He was hardly surprised when the person lit up with recognition at the description and easily gave directions. Finally he was able to get to Ohtori's door where he raised a hand and gave several solid taps to the offending thing.
Looking up suddenly, he thrust the feather beneath the small couch in his room and jogged to the door. “Just a moment please!” He tripped over his own feet, and stumbled, wincing as lights flickered over head, but did not explode. Grinning a little, he reached the door; glad he’d covered the metal handles with some electrical tape to be safe.
Opening the door, half expecting it to be one of the other students, he had a pleasant surprise waiting. “Shishido-san?” He saw the bag and smiled. It had only been about two weeks. “Come in!” He pulled him into the room quickly, and closed the door. “Sorry, people here are paranoid about the Brotherhood and such.”
Shishido was half way through a hello when he was yanked into the room and the door closed behind him. He could feel his wings fight against the restraints at all the surprise jostling but other wise they stayed firmly tuck beneath his white trench. "Brotherhood and such?" He asked raising an eyebrow before looking away to take in the room. The place couldn't be that paranoid if he had been wandering around undisturbed for so long.
Setting the bag down on the table, he fixed his hair before turning back to the taller teen. "So, learn control yet?" He asked with a grin.
Blushing at the abrupt greeting, he apologized first and then glanced about the room to make sure nothing embarrassing was out like underwear or anything like that. Perfectly clean as always. “Well, a bit. At least that was what I heard. I don’t know…” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, anxiously
He eyed the bag again curiously, “uhm…make yourself at home if you like. No one will come in.” He was referring to the jacket, it couldn’t be very comfortable having wings tied down under that jacket. “I am getting a lot better at it, how is flying going?”
"Should you just be letting strangers into your room then?" Shishido asked, debating whether to take off the coat or not. He always felt so exposed in front of people when his wings were in view, but he felt caged when they were hidden. Maybe he'd leave it on for a few more minutes, until he knew if he was staying or not. "Good, but you have to pass a test before you get the prize." He walked over to the bag and pulled out a light bulb with a flourish. "Let there be light, and keep it steady." He tossed the bulb across the room to Ohtori as he leaned against the table waiting for the show.
..a lightbulb?
Ohtori caught it, bouncing it back and forth awkwardly before catching it and laughing a bit. That was mean, it sounded like a tease, passing a test? Frowning a little, he gripped the bulb carefully and concentrated. Why won’t it light? Shishido would leave if he didn’t get it right. He didn’t want to be alone, it was nice having a friend. Closing his eyes, he finally got a light glow from it, hoping that was acceptable, he looked over at the dark haired boy and silently hoped it was enough. It would start getting riskier if he was asked to make it brighter.
Shishido watched patiently with a small smile as the bulb flickered and finally glowed, it wasn't the brightest it could be, but sometimes a smaller use of power showed more control then when it was blaring around. "Can you hold it?" If Ohtori could sustain that level of light, then he would declare a passing grade and give the teen the hair help he so needed.
“Yes…” Ohtori mumbled, staring at the bulb and holding it has best as he could, hands shaking slightly. How long did he have to do this for? It’s so hard, he bit on his lower lip slightly and tried to concentrate on Shishido’s small smile. After a while, his finger tips were starting to go numb. “Can I please quit…this is really hard.” He bit a little harder on his lip, wanting to drop the stupid light bulb, besides it was starting to get slightly brighter.
Walking forward until he stood in front of the light bulb, Shishido carefully placed his hand over it and lowered it down. "You can stop. Still need to work on it, but you didn't blow anything up." His words might have been a bit harsh, but there was pride in his eyes and a small lopsided smile on his lips. He didn't know why he cared if this kid - who nearly got him caught by the cops their first meeting - succeeded, but he did. And to Shishido, that was enough of a reason, he could worry about the why some other day.
Ohtori looked down, glad for the near approval. At least he had semi-succeeded, which meant Shishido could stay. Lowering the bulb to the table, he started rubbing his hands on his pant legs and murmuring about tingling fingers. Satisfied most of the static had dissipated into the air; he flopped down comfortably on the small chair beside the table. Would you like something to drink, Shishido-san?”
"I'm fine." Shishido said, taking the warm bulb in his hand and looking at it for a moment, there was not scorch marks or anything on the bottom, it was impressive considering two weeks ago the boy was blowing up grocery stores. He placed it back onto the table and reached for the whole bag. "This," He said handing over the bag to Ohtori, "Is your prize. Just like I promised." He sat down on the table and shifted a bit for his wings to settle and be comfortable before grinning over at Ohtori.
Ohtori smiled and looked at the bag, thinking of what it was. He had short term memory at times, and wasn’t too sure what was promised. Smiling, he dug into the bag and pulled out some hair serums to fix static, a leave in conditioner, and a few neat little brushes. While it was not normally the sort of things a boy his age would usually like to win as a prize, he grinned. “Thank you. I’ll test it out later on and see how it works!” Looking around his room, he frowned. “While you are…visiting, did you want to do anything?” He was excited to have a guest and didn’t want him getting bored or leaving right away.
Shishido watched Ohtori pull out the items intensely, he knew it wasn't the most obvious gift choice for someone, but it was useful and if you were giving your hair electro therapy everyday, then it needed good quality products. "I went with heavy creams to help fight the electricity, to put moisture and shine back in your hair. Give it a few days before you judge ok?" The silver locks didn't really look that bad, but they did look damaged and they were bound to get worse if not treated properly.
He shifted around on the table as he looked around the room, it was very sparse looking as far as entertainment went. He shrugged and turned back to his host, "I don't know. What do you have to do?" For some reason he hadn't planned on doing much of anything, just dropping off the stuff and getting away from the Brotherhood felt like a good idea to him.
He tilted one of the odd containers curiously and sniffed it. Sneezing slightly, he blushed and put it back on the table top. “Thank you, it smells very nice.” If not a bit like his mother’s shampoo.
Glancing about the room, he frowned. He didn’t do much. “I uhm, have books, and music, and movies. I have a few bored games and stuff. We could, uhm, also see what’s around the school here if you want.” There really wasn’t much to do in his room that he could think of. “And you can take off the jacket and stuff if you want to, no one visits me.”
Shishido looked around once more and stopped on the tv, "We could watch a movie, and we can talk in the boring parts." He enjoyed films, but he always found that even the best ones tended to drag in parts, that's why it was good to watch with someone, you could talk through it, or make fun of it if needed.
"I'm sure you get visitors, I'm one after all." Shishido said staring at the door and deciding if it was worth it. Not as if seeing wings on a person would really bother anyone who may walk in. With a shrug, he stood and moved to the open space in the room. Slipping out of his jacket he then pulled on the ties that would release his wings. The feathers ruffled and he flapped his wings lightly to work out the kinks. Satisfied, he pushed back his hair that had flown out of place and tossed the unused coat at the table.
Ohtori bounced over to the tv and pulled out a few videos with a grin, “you can pick one and I’ll get some snacks or something. He hadn’t watched a movie in a long time, and it had been even longer since he’d watched one with another person. He dug around a while, certain he’d brought- ah! He pulled out a bottle of soda and a box of cookies.
Watching the wings flap a while, he sat back on the small couch he’d put together and cocked his head. “Does it hurt to keep them tied back when you go out?” Glancing back at his door, he sighed. “I usually just run into people in the halls here, I rarely have guests, I think you are the first person to actually come into my room. I suppose the tape on the door might be unnerving or something.” And he was nervously babbling..why? He was usually the quiet type.
Bending over slightly to look at the videos, Shishido's wings flapped idly as he decided. "I think this one." He said picking up the King Arthur dvd and putting it into the player, off in his own world. "Huh?" He looked back over Ohtori who had already made himself comfortable on the couch, "It's more like an itch you can't scratch but better than getting caught." He shrugged, wings flapping up and down with his action as he headed to perch on the arm of the couch - letting his wings hang over the edge. "I'm sure with the assortment of freakish powers, yours isn't the worst. Better tape than frying someone." He crossed his feet on the couch cushion and waited for the movie to start.
The brown eyes followed each slow movement the wings made, noting that he actually perched. Not that it was amusing or anything…really. Smiling as the movie started, he leaned back to focus on that, rather than the oddly attractive man sitting on his couch. “I guess it is better than answering about those.” He pointed slightly to the wings. “Especially after the lectures I got for almost being caught. Apparently they won’t hesitate to hurt us…” He frowned, “how are we supposed to peacefully interact if they want to hurt us?” As the movie started, he stared ahead and began to watch the epic tale.
"Those idiots would probably want to rip them off. Can't say I wouldn't mind being normal again but that would freaking hurt." Wings shuddered at the thought. Shishido may not have been fond of them at first, and they still might be a pain, but he was fond of his limbs, rather attached actually. "And those bastards are only friendly as long as you conform. Peace won't be easy, that's for sure." He would call it a fools dream, but he didn't feel like watching Ohtori's face fall completely at his insults. Instead, he turned to watch the opening of the movie, the opening battle scene was entertaining at least.
“That’s horrible. Well, if we had been caught…I wouldn’t have let them do that to you.” He was trying to sound brave, and yes, maybe he would have had to fight if they’d been caught. But his mother always said there may come a day when he would have to. But hopefully not today, or any other day in the near future. Ohtori smiled at him hopefully, “I know it won’t be easy, but what’s the point of having anything if you didn’t have to work for it?” Even girly smelling hair supplies. He looked at the movie and whimpered at the violence, blocking his eyes a bit, but attempting not to make it look obvious.
Shishido looked over at Ohtori with a small smile, that Ohtori would fight for his wings was sort of endearing, even if he was more likely to electrocute himself and everyone around him than really do any good. Still, "Thanks Ohtori, my wings and I appreciate the gesture." He shifted on the arm, leaning against the back of the couch and tucking his legs up closer to him, wings bristling lightly. It was so hard to get comfortable with heavy objects hanging off your back and making it impossible to comfortably flop against the back of the couch. Shishido was sure he'd get used to them eventually, maybe even find a way to lay down with no protesting wings too. "You're right, the harder you work, the sweeter success tastes." He looked at the movie and then at Ohtori, "Why are you hiding from your own movie? It's not that bad." Really they could have made it more gory, but maybe he was just desensitized.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled pleasantly and watched his shift and shuffle. “are you uncomfortable? Maybe if you lay on your stomach, or drape them farther over the back of the couch?” He had no idea what to do, he’s always had just the normal given amount of limbs. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he thought. “True, it’s just sometimes things seem almost too hard, even for the greater good.” He looked at the screen at the wrong time and winced. “It was a gift from my brother, he said I would probably like it.”
"I'm good." Shishido said, cheering silently for Arthur as he stabbed someone. "Does your brother know that you're a pretty big wimp when it comes to movies?" He wondered if the brother was younger or older and if he had any powers, but it wasn't really polite to ask. "And it's not all killing, it tells how two different peoples set aside their differences to save their land…" He knew Ohtori would like that part of the movie at least.
“He probably got it to tease me. He’s a few years younger, but acts like my big brother at times…” He frowned, attempting to look serious, “and I am not a wimp.” Listening to Shishido explain the premise, in spite of the fact he’d read the books before on the tales of King Arthur and his knights. Bringing a pillow up from the corner to grip to his chest, he grinned. “I know, it can be pretty relevant now, eh?” Except of course even the ‘gifted’ were divided from each other.
Shishido grinned, wondering if he could get away with giving teasing gifts yet. "It's good that you're still close. My family is a bit disturbed by it all." Not that they still didn't love him and send him care packages but it was the fact that they never physically visited that told him he still wasn't accepted. His wings flapped a bit in agitation at his thoughts and he pushed them from his mind to enjoy the movie and company.
“They’ll be fine about it soon enough, my family had a long time to get used to me like this.” He winced recalling nights where he’d over hear his parents argue about who’s fault it was that he was like that, and things like that. But the next morning they would both smile at him as though it had never happened, and life went on like that for many years after. So, he had time to adjust too. It must be hard having things just suddenly start growing out of you like that. He couldn’t help but look at the winged boy still perching on his couch, and smile though a bit sadly.
Shishido nodded, thinking that anybody would probably need more than a month to fully adjust to wings shooting out of their son's back. Hell, even he needed more time to adjust, but he didn't have the luxury of ignoring the problem. "I'm sure they will in time. They aren't bad people. They just don't get the whole mutant thing." They were all too relieved to send Shishido to the brotherhood and so they never have to get the whole mutant thing.
After a few moments of trying to watch the screen he felt something niggling in the back of his head, like he was being watched and analyzed. He glanced over, but Ohtori was watching - or avoiding watching - the screen. But when he looked back at the movie he could feel eyes on him again. Turning quickly, wings fluttering out at the speed, he caught Ohtori giving him a judging and curious look. "What?' He asked a bit annoyed.
He was caught. Ohtori blushed and glances away quickly. “Sorry, I was just…looking at them and wondering if they hurt much now, and stuff.” Looking back at the movie, he tried to keep his eyes from going back to Shishido. It was rude to stare, and he was clearly sensitive about his looks. Think, Choutarou!
"They only hurt when they broke through the skin." Shishido said lifting a hand to finger several feathers. "Now they only hurt if I pull a muscle in them, or if someone plucks out a feather." He looked over at Ohtori who was now doing his best to not look at him. It was sort of funny. He was obviously curious about the freak sitting on his couch with wings but now wouldn't even glance his way. Maybe he had offended him by demanding to know what he was looking at. As long as he wasn't being made fun of, he didn't mind the stares so much, with his looks he was used to them after all. He debated whether or not to say something further while his eyes rested in the direction of the tv, one hand still fidgeting with the tip of his wing.
“Oh…well…be careful.” He stared at the tv fixedly, blood baths or not, it was better than upsetting his guest. Another quick glance and a smile, and he’d noticed the fingers on feathers and cocked his head. What are you doing?”
"I am. It's the people around me who aren't" Shishido huffed, if Sengoku pulled one more feather, lucky or not, he was going to get beaten. At Ohtori's question he looked at his hand that was still idly toying with a feather. "Oh," He hadn't realized he had gone from playing with the ends of his hair to playing with the end of his feathers. At least it meant he was getting used to his feathers, but what an embarrassing habit. "Nothing." He took his hand away and looked back at the screen.
“I see. I’m sorry.” He looked at the wingtips still, before swallowing and building up some nerve. “If I promise to be really careful, can I touch them? I know it sounds odd…but please?” They looked soft and smooth, it would be hard for anyone to resist. Besides, he was curious what wings felt like, especially giant ones like those.
Shishido's wings fluttered and feather's bristled at the question. Still, his face was calm as he spoke, "You want to touch them?" He supposed there was no harm in it, just that he had never let anyone besides the Brotherhood doctor do so. His 'friends' at the school didn't count as they just poked at them and tugged on feathers, he doubted Ohtori would do either of those things. "I don't see why but go ahead." With a shrug, he swung his legs to hang off the edge of the couch, his back to Ohtori, with wings ruffling silently.
“Pretty…” He mumbled and shyly reached forward like a small child would do to a dog. Finally he reached out selecting a centrally located feather on the left wing and slowly stroked down the length, smiling faintly. They were as soft as he had expected. Grinning and feeling a little more confident at the lack of a struggle, he moved a little and touched a few higher ones very gently, concentrating on not electrocuting the dark haired boy’s wings, which were apparently a little sensitive.
Shishido slouched forward, head resting on his hands, waiting for the inspection to be over. He could feel Ohtori behind him, and the gentle tug told him that his feathers were being touched. When the silver haired boy moved his hands deeper in his feathers he shivered, wings shifting slightly. With a shuddered 'oh' he forced himself to relax into the inquiring touch. He didn't realize that his wings could be so sensitive; sure it felt nice when he cleaned them but he wasn't expecting bolts of tingly and pleasurable sensations to shoot through him at just the gentle touches Ohtori was giving him. The doctor had only prodded his wings in a professional manner, making him feel more like an analyzed bird than anything.
Smiling at the shifting and shaking feathers, he continued for a few more moments before stopping. Never press your luck, eventually Shishido would probably get annoyed, and Ohtori did not want that at all. Wiping his fingers on his pant legs, he blushed and went back to sitting on his side of the couch, a smile playing as he recalled and exhaled ‘oh’. Clearly the wings were sensitive to touch, that would be good to know.
Shishido blinked a couple times when he realized that Ohtori was no longer touching his wings, he shook them out slightly and spun around on the arm so he was facing the other teen. "So? What do you think?" He had sort of expected Ohtori to touch them longer, so he was a bit concerned that maybe there was something wrong with them. He stopped himself from tapping his foot but couldn't stop his wings from shifting behind him as he waited for the answer.
Smiling and cocking his head, he leaned against the arm of the couch and looked at the older boy. Think. Say something. Anything. “They are very much like a bird’s.” NOT THAT YOU BLOODY IDIOT! “Sorry…I mean, they are really nice, and soft. I like them a lot. I just didn’t want to be rude and touch them too much.” Even if it did sound like you liked it. Chewing his lower lip, he smiled. “I didn’t hurt them or anything, right?”
"What?" Shishido said at the bird comment, feathers ruffling. He was calmed down slightly by Ohtori's hurried apology. He guessed that they were wings and since the only other real creatures with them were birds, he wouldn't be too insulted… this time. "Thank you…" He said looking back over at the movie. It wouldn't have been all that bad if Ohtori had continued his inquisitive touch, he was actually enjoying it. In second thought, it was probably for the best that he had stopped, losing control that way wouldn't have been good. "They're fine. Nothing crispy, maybe I'll let you touch them again sometime." Maybe…
“Sorry again.” He smiled all the same watching the movie for a few more moments. It was sort of presumptuous of Shishido to assume that he would want to, granted he did want to touch them again and again. Smiling and trapping his hands between his knees, he cocked his head. “Thank you Shishido-san.”
Shishido just shrugged, eyes never moving from the scene playing on the TV. He didn't think letting someone touch his wings was a big deal, but now, without Ohtori touching them he felt somewhat empty. Maybe it was more a personal thing than he first thought. He would remember not to carelessly let people finger his feathers from now on. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his wings around him to help combat the bit of emptiness he felt.
Seeing Shishido ball up a bit, Ohtori frowned. “Hey? Are you okay? You aren’t sick or cold or anything?” He moved closer with a worried expression. His eyes scanned the boy looking for a feverish flush or a sign of something wrong. A person with his nature shouldn’t be in such a closed-off and uptight position, Shishido exuded confidence. Why not now? Reaching over to rest the back of his hand on the shorter boy’s forehead, he clicked his tongue, “not feverish.”
"Hey! Stop that. What are you doing?" Shishido said, pulling back his wings enough to bat Ohtori's hands away from his face. "I'm fine, I was just feeling a bit…" Empty, alone "cold." He stood up and flapped his wings, more to shake out the stupid feelings that were going through his head than anything else. He didn't know what had come over him, it was just Ohtori touching his wings. True, they were more sensitive than he thought they would be, but that was no excuse to become so needy. Maybe he just needed to get laid. That could solve a lot of his problems he thought flapping his wings one more time before gingerly sitting back on the arm of the couch.
Ohtori frowned, rubbing his offended hands and mumbling an apology. Cold? He didn’t look cold exactly, but…”Do you want to borrow a blanket or something? I can even make some tea. I guess I didn’t think it was cold.” He got up to seek said items before the winged boy would have time to argue. It would give him a chance to figure out why being batted away like that had hurt his feelings the way they had. Maybe he’d been too friendly?
Before Shishido could protest, Ohtori had already fled to the kitchenette. "Err.. I'm fine now. It was just a passing chill." He jumped up and moved towards Ohtori, wings fluttering behind him. "Really. Just sit down and let's watch the last of the movie." Geesh, this friendship was a lot of work, but the quirks at least kept it from getting boring.
The boy froze, and nodded. “If you are sure.” But just to be safe, he brought the blanket anyway. Sitting back on the couch, he’d been mildly startled by him approaching like that, it looked odd, especially with his wings out. The only way anyone would have been able to tell was the fact his hair was again standing on end. Batting it down, he smiled sheepishly and adjusted the volume on the movie.
Tired of perching, Shishido flopped stomach down onto the couch like Ohtori had suggested earlier, his feet hanging up and over the end. His wings were a bit uncomfortable and he flapped and flexed them until they rested in a way that wouldn't bug him. Pushing strands out of his face he looked up at the silver haired teen, "You know, I think you may have to watch the movie again to get the full story." He grinned before turning back to the screen. Most of the distractions were his fault, but combine that with Ohtori's refusal to watch the fight scenes he saw practically none of it.
“Yeah, I know. That’s okay, I’m enjoying your company.” He smiled sweetly, turning from the big battle scene again, and frowning a little. Maybe he could fast forward through those bits when he did seriously watch it. If he decided to actually watch it. But he was happy to see Shishido move like that, he looked much more relaxed like that. “Is that better?”
Shishido smiled a bit more, "You should. My company's in pretty high demand after all" There was no need to mention that he would rather avoid most of that demand because they just liked to annoy him. As the fight scene wrapped up, with another death of the knights, he looked over at Ohtori, "When I go, you should try out the hair products, you're sticking up again." He said reaching a hand up to pat the hair but falling short. "Damn, you really are tall aren't you?" With a bitter laugh he rested his head down on his arms and snuck a couple glances up at Ohtori between scenes.
“I can see why…erm…understand. Yeah.” He shrugged and laughed at his own clumsy speech. He chuckled and tried to comb back the silvery strand, blushing when Shishido tried to do the same and missed. “I’m not that tall.” But the tallest in his family. Leaning back on the couch, he smiled and watched the movie, feeling veiled glances in his direction but trying to ignore them.
There was no reason for him to keep glancing up at Ohtori, it was almost predictable the way a sword being drawn equaled a slight tilt of the head as he looked away. The way his eyes would clear as they conversed, eyes following subtitles rapidly. The way a hand would ever so often twitch, as if wanting to touch something, or the way his hair would stand just a bit straighter whenever a gruesome scene came on, showing that he didn't have complete control on his powers, even if he had gotten better. Soon the credits were rolling and he shifted his full gaze back onto his friend. "I should probably go soon. I'll be missed if I'm out too long."
The silvery-haired youth smiled as the movie ended, wiping quickly at his eyes to make sure he had not been crying at all. It was not an emotional ending…really. Glancing back to his guest as the credits rolled by, he nodded. “Yeah, I don’t want you to be in trouble over me. I’ll just go start trying the conditioners and stuff.” Running fingers through his hair, he stood. “And maybe we can do something more exciting and less traumatizing next time. I-If you wanted to hang out again.”
"In trouble over you again." Shishido said standing up. "I didn't realize this time was traumatizing. But something more exciting might be fun." He paused, coat half in hand, "Unless of course it includes blowing things up again. Then I'll pass." He folded his wings back down behind his back, and picked up the cord used to tie them back to start binding them down.
“Just the movie.” He laughed a little, pawing at the back of his neck awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to offend the winged mutant. “But, yes something exciting. Not destructive. Not even a little.” He watched him wrapping his wings and sighed. “That looks kind of hard…”
Shishido shrugged, causing his wings to jerk a bit against the cord already on them. "Practice makes perfect." A few more twists and loops and he deigned they were secure enough for the journey home. "And maybe just a little destructive is ok." He said with a smirk, shrugging on his coat.
Blushing, "Maybe a little." He walked to the door to get it for him, already pondering the hair supplies and how much earlier he would have to wake up to get his hair done. Maybe being around Shishido was a lot of trouble, but he seemed worth it.
"Enjoy the stuff power freak. And tell me if they work for you." With a friendly punch to the arm he headed out the door "I'll see you around Ohtori Choutarou." With that he moved quickly down the hall and away from Ryuhana.
"I will." Rubbing his arm and watching the retreat, he smiled and shook his head. "Goodbye...Shishido-san." He walked back into his room to prepare for a shower.
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