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living in the academy for two whole years was never enough to satiate the small mutant’s undying curiosity, so when she saw the winged individual struggling for what felt like an eternity, she immediately made a bee-line towards them. what she didn’t expect, however, was for his wing to push her back, a squeak leaving her lips on a whim. “ hey now ! ” she yelled in an attempt to catch the much taller man’s attention, though anger was nowhere to be found in her voice. “ …whats got your wings… in a twist… chilli bean ? ”
“Whoa,” Sullivan looked back to see the poor mutant who had been subject to his wing flail. He didn’t really have the decency to look ashamed, only surprised that someone had actually addressed him. He was stuck pink-mess hell, too preoccupied with his own Shakespearean tragedy. An ‘oops’ was on the tip of his tongue when she kept on. Subconsciously, he folded his untainted wing to his back. “Chilli bean?” he repeated, brows raised. Fair to say no one ever called him THAT before. Big Bird, Featherbrain, ‘Hey You’-- all common, all things he was used to. Chilli bean was never a contender. “Misfortune,” he extended the inflicted wing out, the tip of his primaries brushing the wall.
