"You do realize that (teacher)'s probably going to bust you for your wingspan, right?" inquired Trowa, walking beside the braided youth, who shrugged, nonchalant.

"Why?"

"He'll cite it as a fire hazard."

Duo sighed as he strutted down the hallways, either blatantly ignorant or completely apathetic to the stares he was getting. "So what if he does? Not like he hasn't given me detention before."

"True. Very true."

"Plus I like 'em." Duo grinned up at the other youth, and winked playfully. "They make me look cute. Don't you think?"