“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”
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For all his months stuck in London, there were still a great many things Cassian had yet to learn about the human world. He hadn't the slightest idea what she was referring to by what sign she was, and he would have found the the idea that the stars had a say in personalities laughable. Humans believed the oddest things, yet few of them recognized magic even when it stared them in the face. He knew because most of their gazes slid right past his wings, whether he bothered to glamour them or not.
He was wiping down equipment at the gym he worked in. Training warriors was the only thing Cassian had ever known how to do. Now, he supposed he had to content himself with helping humans prepare for bikini season and watching dudebros flex in the gym's many mirrors. He did find Kat's friend amusing though, and he let out a booming laugh. "What's the sign say? Beware the tiny, adorable human?"
