♤ Bill had decided today that he wanted to learn how to fly with these wings. He could certainly move them freely and easily by now, so he wants to actually use them for something. The demon heads deep into the woods, sure that nobody would find him here. He takes his T-shirt off slowly, revealing inky black wings that are strapped to his back with some sort of harness type thing. He carefully loostens the several belt-like clasps on that and slips it off over his head, stretching his wings out with relief. His tail, which is the same color as the wings and has a floofy tuft on the end of it, falls from where it's wrapped around his torso and he lashes it back and forth for a moment, before reaching up and stretching his arms. Bill glances around, and shrugs, before he starts to flap them lazily, warming them up. He hums a tune to himself and taps his foot on the ground, before finally giving them hard, forceful flaps to try to get himself off the ground. He would jump off a tree but he wants to know if he can actually carry his own weight. They are pretty big wings. The demon finally feels his feet being lifted off the ground, and he grins giddily, flapping harder. He manages to get about a yard off the ground before he hears a noise, someone is coming. No, someone is right there. He maneuvers himself around carefully, staring over at the human who had stumbled upon him, and he opens, closes, opens his mouth like a fish, before dropping to the ground