[Lupin nodded and set to work, using his callused yet deft hands to gently work the wings under the shirt and through the holes. They were black--of course they were black--but it was a strangely vulnerable experience in Lupin's eyes.
There was a reason he kept his wings under his jacket as often as he could. The weather made him relent, but he never allowed people to touch them unless it was necessary.]
This is quite a mess you're in. Is Starfleet standard uniform usually this tight?
Oh ho ho, so much~
There was a reason he kept his wings under his jacket as often as he could. The weather made him relent, but he never allowed people to touch them unless it was necessary.]
This is quite a mess you're in. Is Starfleet standard uniform usually this tight?