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[un_fallen]

Raguel's having a quieter evening tonight - no flapping around outside, just a beer in the corner and an ashtray within reach. The simple fact of getting off the ground - far as he might be from actually attempting the marathon journey to the City - has put him in a thoughtful mood.

No, he's not reconsidering.

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[buriedmybrother]

[OOC: Quuuick technical question-- are his wings visible?]

[un_fallen]

[OOC: No... he's taking a night off. Unless you want them to be! XD]

[buriedmybrother]

[OOC: Well, Antigone would just go "OOH" a lot. I can tag without!]

[un_fallen]

[OOC: I'm flexible - he's had them out a lot lately, so why not... :) ]

[buriedmybrother]

Antigone hasn't seen Raguel in a very long time; and while she might normally feel a little irritated over the fact that when he's here again at last, it's just sitting in the corner as if he'd been there all along ...

Well, there are factors.

For instance, a pair of wings.

"Oh ..."

[un_fallen]

He glances up from deep contemplation of his half - hmm - empty glass, and gives her a small but genuine smile.

"Hey, there. Was beginning to worry that maybe you'd left."

[buriedmybrother]

Antigone's espression is somewhere between dazed and dazzled.

Wings, dude.

After a moment, she manages, "Why should I have?"

[un_fallen]

He tilts his head at her odd look, wondering if he's got leaves stuck in his feathers.

"I just hadn't seen you around for a while, that's all. Guess I should've looked harder."