[She stills upon seeing that he's turned his head toward her and then, almost guiltily, drops her hands. She should probably quit, you know, toying with the new wings. They're sore and weird and he's just caught her smoothing down feathers and trying to get them settled under her clothes. Damn it all. Say a word, Shikamaru. Say. One. Word. About it. She dares you.]
Good. [Arms crossed now. She never was messing with the wings. Got that?] I'd hate to have to build another; I'm partial to that one. It's got good weight.
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Good. [Arms crossed now. She never was messing with the wings. Got that?] I'd hate to have to build another; I'm partial to that one. It's got good weight.