Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.

All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.

[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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"I'd whip off my shirt right now and show you where they fold in on my back right now if it wouldn't be the most innappropriate thing imaginable," Setsuna said.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco's imagination spent a moment in a very happy place. Shinny happy place. "Uh, yeah, very bad idea."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

And it was only that pause that made Setsuna realize what she had said and her eyes grew wide in silent mortification. Great. That's not going to make her feel awkward around the room or anything. Nope....

"Uh, yeah. Very. But maybe if we're ever on the roof or anything, I can show you, because there's, you know, space...and stuff...up there...For the wings. Because they're big. Uhhh, the wings are."

Mentally, she was facepalming. A lot.

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Marco grinned. "That'll work. Can you fly?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna nodded. "What use would wings be if you couldn't fly?"