[The day that Rakka was called fashionable was the day her hair stopped sticking up. Then again, she always did like the clothes they got from the thrift store, those and her wing-covers.
As the boy decides to investigate the contents of a box, Rakka was busy trying to pick herself up... with as much success as you'd think. She slips, at least twice.]
...O-oh, uh, yes. Thank you.
[She reaches up to accept that hand.
...Hmm. That jacket... she notices it shift irregularly. Wings? Oh, maybe he didn't have anything to keep then warm.]
It's perfectly fine!! Sorry for being late...
As the boy decides to investigate the contents of a box, Rakka was busy trying to pick herself up... with as much success as you'd think. She slips, at least twice.]
...O-oh, uh, yes. Thank you.
[She reaches up to accept that hand.
...Hmm. That jacket... she notices it shift irregularly. Wings? Oh, maybe he didn't have anything to keep then warm.]