[That was a really loud shout. And an even louder smack into that slippery, ice-covered path. The Haibane was more neatly dressed and wasn't one he recognized (probably someone from Old Home, wasn't she?) and had funny-looking wings which, upon closer inspection, were covered in cloth. A glance to the contents of the box confirmed as much.
Treading carefully, the heavily-bundled blond boy picked one up to examine, studying the wing-covers for a little longer before he remembered to extend a hand.]
Um, need a hand, miss?
[Somewhat flustered that he'd forgotten to ask how she was or offer help or even acknowledge her at all, when he finally did extend a hand, the fabric of jacket shifted with a disorderly beating of trapped wings underneath. Either the boy wasn't aware wing-covers existed or he was intentionally smothering his.]
I hope it's still okay to play with you, always wanted to play with a Haibane Renmei character ;3;
Treading carefully, the heavily-bundled blond boy picked one up to examine, studying the wing-covers for a little longer before he remembered to extend a hand.]
Um, need a hand, miss?
[Somewhat flustered that he'd forgotten to ask how she was or offer help or even acknowledge her at all, when he finally did extend a hand, the fabric of jacket shifted with a disorderly beating of trapped wings underneath. Either the boy wasn't aware wing-covers existed or he was intentionally smothering his.]