“a alright…”
He seemed to check his phone often, nervously
"Is something wrong?"
“S sorry….j just m my father…”
He scowled
"...you want to talk about it or?"
“sigh…I guess”
"well... talk. I'm here to listen."
“w well…h he’s just scary…”
“T the cuts are for my own good…”
…excuse me?
"...the cuts?"
“y yea…”
He pulled up his shirt, there were numerous cuts on his back, mostly surrounding the lil horns of his retracted wings
"oh ho where do you live again?"
