[open] let me be your wings

[speakswithbirds]

Who: Kagetsuya and YOU!
What: Moody angel says "f*** this game" and uses a cheat code reveals his wings to fly around until the ship stops being a gamer geek
When: During the Mario event
Where: Around the ship!
Warnings: None so far

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[yellow_snakeyes]

Crowley was bored - not unusual - and taking a walk - also not unusual. He was puzzling over the scenery somewhat, trying to put his finger on why it reminded him of the early nineteen-nineties, and kicking the occasional turtle-like creature that got underfoot. He'd done the first one completely by accident, and it had withdrawn into its shell and skated along the floor away from him at such speed, he'd kicked the next one he'd happened upon just to see if the first had been a fluke. It hadn't been.

So his mind was elsewhere when he heard the very distinct sound of a large amount of rustling feathers. Naturally, he turned in that direction to see what it was, and the unexpected sight of a pair of painfully white wings and golden hair was like a punch to the gut. Of course it wasn't Aziraphale - the hair was far too long and the wings far too well-groomed - but for a very painful microsecond, he found himself hoping -

"Hey." One should always take out one's irritation with oneself on others, right? "Your primaries are crooked

[speakswithbirds]

Absolutely.

With a scowl, he turned about in the air, shaking loose a few feathers which sailed through the air toward the ground. His expression was one of cold irritation, distant and stern. "Sorry but, what?"

[yellow_snakeyes]

And instantly everything was better.

"Your primaries. Crooked." And he had feathers falling out left and right too, it seemed. So much for 'better groomed than Aziraphale'. Crowley didn't think the angel had ever let his wings get that ruffled.

[speakswithbirds]

Kagetsuya almost checked his wings then. Almost. But he didn't like this guy's demeanor, like he knew what he was talking about, like Kagetsuya was dumb or something. Sure, he only used them occasionally, and rarely when on Earth, so maybe he was a little rusty, maybe a little ruffled, but he knew his wings better than some human.

Landing, he walked up to the stranger, then spread his wings out to their full length. "All right, genius, now what are you calling crooked?"

Kagetsuya worked at Class Act, correct? :D

[zeroslate]

Lelouch had just narrowly avoided being bitten by one of those toothed drainpipe plants, and was all but ready to continue walking back home, when he noticed the flying creature up ahead. He recognized the person from Class Act, but he didn't remember picking up information about that person being winged and able to fly.

He carefully filed the information in his mind. He would have continued on his way then, if not for the series of pipes with red plants popping in and out of them blocking his path. It wouldn't be impossible to get through, of course. The plants had a certain rhythm to them. With a flying person overhead, however, he didn't feel the need to make an effort. He just had to ask this person.

"Excuse me." He waved at the winged man.

That he did!

[speakswithbirds]

He supposed he ought to expect it, the sudden attention. After all, he was a flying man. So when a young man hailed him from below, Kagetsuya sighed and looked down, lowering himself so that they might speak, but keeping his distance enough to show that he was not looking to make this conversation long.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his tone one of indifference rather than altruism.

:3c Good. Lelouch works there....

[zeroslate]

"I was wondering if you could give me a lift," Lelouch gestured towards the pipes blocking his way then. "I'm not sure I can cross those on my own..."

He gave Kagetsuya a friendly smile. At this distance, he was able to recognize the former Class Act employee well enough. He kept quiet, though. If the blond didn't recognize him, then something was up.

Nice for him to meet a fellow forgotten coworker then! XD

[speakswithbirds]

Kagetsuya sighed to himself, thinking that perhaps he should not have gone with that phrasing after all. Glancing over at the pipes, he frowned. Certainly they didn't look particularly friendly, but neither did they seem impossible to navigate. Still, he had asked, whether he'd meant it or not, and it couldn't hurt to be nice. Friendly had always been Chihaya's thing, but he didn't have the other angel to rely on to make friends and acquaintances; he'd have to do make them on his own, or condemn himself to loneliness.

"I'm not a ferry service," he muttered before sighing again. "...Fine, I'll help you. Where are you headed?"