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[Todd.]

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Evan nodded slightly agreeing with her, "well I guess all angels do have their sort of demoniac sides... After all if you think demons are in a way angels too..." he chuckled softly,"you're welcome for the coat.. You seemed to need it more then I do" he looked over to her general position, the fact of not seeing was actually annoying but nothing he wasn't used to in fact. "No I don't fly... I've tried once or twice when I was young but... My wings never fully developed" he said, "don't even know why I still keep them actually..." he frowned.
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"Your theories on angels being demons and demons being angels makes little sense..." Beatrice mumbled. She then nodded, "Yes... that water was quite cold... And rather painful to be choked on..." Her eyes closed since there was no point to having them open. "That's a shame... It must be quite fun to fly... Though the nephilim I grew up with had no wings, so I guess you must need two genes for wings and only have the chance to inherit one from the angelic parent. You must've gotten one gene - so that would cause underdeveloped wings- what do you mean by why you still keep them? You can't cut them off!"
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[Todd.]

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"My theories usually don't have sense when I'm hungry and bored..." he mumbled, "of course I can cut them off... Give me a knife and I show you" he muttered and hugged his knees up touching his forehead on them, "it's like a surgery... Get them off" he said, "they're no use for me...useless in other words" he looked at her direction again.
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"There is no chance I'm giving you a knife so you can cut off your own body parts. That's horrible. They may not be useful for flying, but I'm sure they help you balance in fights and if you somehow happened to be falling from a building you'd be able to glide down on them would you not?" She reached out into the darkness and her fingers found the feathers of one of Evan's wings, "Plus, another reason to keep them - They're so freaking fluffy!"
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[Todd.]

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"it's my body I decide on what doing with it..." he mumbled, "glide? Yeah right... It would be probably going to be a one way ride straight towards death's arms" he said.
Evan tensed up and held his breath when she toched his wings, he let his breath escape slowly tring to keep relaxed, "f-fluffy?" he repeated on a more nervous tune then he intended, 'just don't touch my back' he thought, "well...hum... Thinking this way they serve their purpose as a blanket" he said.
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Beatrice grinned a little to that darkness and then said in a mock-scary voice, "Give into your love of fluffiness! Join the fluffy side! We stole the cookies from the dark side!" She giggled and withdrew her hand, retreating back into the warmth of the coat covering her. "Don't get rid of the fluffy! It'll come back to haunt you if you do!"
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[Todd.]

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Evan let out a relaxed sigh when she pulled her hand away, "cookies? Arg...why do you remind me of food? I'm hungry" he whined. "Hum... Right... I'll think about this..." he then frowned, "hum... Actually talking about ripping them off... This is something the angels had tried to do frequently" he said thoughtfully.
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"These angels really don't seem like a nice bunch... Perhaps you should throw a pie in their faces? Sorry I talk about food when I'm hungry..." She yawned and then frowned, "Each time that I've touched you, you either tell me not to - yell at me, or start getting nervous. Just now you relaxed when I moved away. Why is that?"
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[Todd.]

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Evan rolled his eyes, "think pf something repulsive then... I'm starving..." he sighed and then gulped when she asked, "I-I have my reasons" he said, "and I don't thin I need to explain them to you...last time I did so..." he remembered Isabelle, "things ended up against me" he narrowed his eyes and touched his forehead on his knees again as he stayed hugged to them, "and besides... I don't like physical contact... Unless I'm killing this person I'm in contact with" he said calmly.
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Beatrice's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Not even a little hint?" She frowned as she heard him move. "I will figure it out... Somehow, I'll figure it out if I think about it long enough..." Her fingers tapped against the floorboards as she thought. "Though it may take a while..."
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