Re: Monday, 5:55 p.m.
Wings. No wings. Wings. No wings. Wings. Nic ran through the trick that Rex had taught her for hiding her wings countless times as she got ready until finally she decided it was definitely wings. It made getting dressed easier save for her not having a clue what to wear. Most of Nic's nicer clothes were more geared to going out. Ultimately she went with the tamest of her going out shirts and a pair of jeans, threw on some chains, and called it good. As she heard Rex, she ran to greet...
...and caught the stareup.
"Um. Wow. So Rex, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is my brother."
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