>>66443680This has been a thing I've wanted to test with writing anyways, so
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>I'm really regretting this.>I'm really, really regretting this.>It started innocently enough. I was struggling not to nod off in Math when my QT 3.14 Ptero Gee--...Partner, sent me a text.>"Hey. Meet me by the stairwell after school.>"I wanna show u something.">I had barely made it to Fang before she--they, grinned and took me by the hand. We've been climbing up flight after flight of stairs by this point, headed straight to the roof of the school.>I'm struggling to not look like a leglet, but hiding how hard my breath is by this point is a challenge. I'm rarely seen them so motivated to do something before, and we're practically sprinting up the steps.>Finally, with a shove of the metal door, we're out on the rooftop.>I remember this place well. It's where we had that chat. -The- chat. The moment we stopped being awkward friends and blossomed into something more. At least, I think.>I hope.>Fang lets out a sigh, stretching their arms overhead, their wings unfurling like a great sail, feathers flourishing in the breeze. It's an oddly windy day out, the rushing air cool in contrast to the warmth of the setting sun.>I can't help but stare at them for a moment, before I clear my throat. "...So, uh. We're up here now. Could I ask why?">They glance over their shoulders, giving me a little smile. Wordlessly, they grasp my hands again...>...And start leading me closer to the hole in the suicide fence. That huge gap that Principal Spears had ripped open when he flung the door off its hinges.>My eyes widen. I resist, digging my feet a little.>"Fang, what the fuck?">They pause, glancing away from me. "Look, uhm...There's a thing that my people do, when--when they're trying to show someone, that they care about them.>"I don't think we can really do it the same way we're supposed to, but...I wanna try something."cont