[It hasn't gone unnoticed that there are quite a few people from Japan here or at least capable of conversing with him in the same language. Japanese festivals would be quite popular. And Westerners love that kind of thing too.
He'll consider it, if nothing else. After all... there's no need to hide the way he used to. So...
Planning a whole year from now has to wait as Josuke has decided to call him right out for his staring. How rude. He doesn't have an excuse. He could blame the Goblin but that's simply a bad excuse and he was staring before he ever transformed.
His wings snap back behind him and he's not quite sure what to say other than he definitely wasn't staring, even though he quite obviously was. There's no need for an excuse though as Josuke is just going to let him touch them.
Really?
Seems so...
This has been a very strange Christmas.
Feeling just a tad bit of apprehension he does hesitantly step just a bit closer and gently he places a hand on one of Josuke's wings. It doesn't feel like how he expected it to but more so how they probably should feel. It only makes sense that they'd feel exactly like an insect's wings. Thousands of tiny scales make up what he sees here with very slight pigments that give them their current color. He traces one of the hearts, being mindful of his claws as continues to give another few moments of inspection. Hopefully, this satisfies this bizarre desire forever.]
Thank you... [What a strange thing to thank someone for.] They really are that fascinating though. I'd offer to the same courtesy but I think you've done more than enough with my wings to last a lifetime and then some. [Surgically removing them and all.] Do your wings come with any downsides other than being presumably incredibly fragile? For example... mine apparently molt. But I can't imagine yours shedding or flaking, things of that nature.
Thank you for letting him touch the wings
Him actually going out of his way to create something or be a part of it is a daunting task though. He's apprehensive about doing something so large and on that kind of scale. Just too much focus and attention on him. Though he's gotten better at dealing with that kind of thing, he runs a café where people want to talk to him all the time. He's managing that fairly well. That kind of thing is just a lot.
He'll consider it, if nothing else. After all... there's no need to hide the way he used to. So...
Planning a whole year from now has to wait as Josuke has decided to call him right out for his staring. How rude. He doesn't have an excuse. He could blame the Goblin but that's simply a bad excuse and he was staring before he ever transformed.
His wings snap back behind him and he's not quite sure what to say other than he definitely wasn't staring, even though he quite obviously was. There's no need for an excuse though as Josuke is just going to let him touch them.
Really?
Seems so...
This has been a very strange Christmas.
Feeling just a tad bit of apprehension he does hesitantly step just a bit closer and gently he places a hand on one of Josuke's wings. It doesn't feel like how he expected it to but more so how they probably should feel. It only makes sense that they'd feel exactly like an insect's wings. Thousands of tiny scales make up what he sees here with very slight pigments that give them their current color. He traces one of the hearts, being mindful of his claws as continues to give another few moments of inspection. Hopefully, this satisfies this bizarre desire forever.]
Thank you... [What a strange thing to thank someone for.] They really are that fascinating though. I'd offer to the same courtesy but I think you've done more than enough with my wings to last a lifetime and then some. [Surgically removing them and all.] Do your wings come with any downsides other than being presumably incredibly fragile? For example... mine apparently molt. But I can't imagine yours shedding or flaking, things of that nature.