[the comment about the wings draws his eyes to her shoulders. He hadn't noticed any...but now he can see the way her trench coat bulges against her back in a way that it shouldn't. His own wings flick, a subconscious testament to how much he doesn't like this, and he presses his lips together in a thin line.]
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That makes two of us. Minus...uh....the shift.
[......] That's a dress, right?