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“But-!” Nagisa starts, but not knowing how to continue, he sits dejectidly next to Fang, “um… Maybe you could stay at the college? I could ask Teacher and… Um… Well you seem really not happy and thats… It’s not good… And… Um…” he lets his head fall foreward, unable to continue
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Snidely grimmaces to himself, gulping down the last bit of his soda, “Donno yet…” he glances at Fern, then takes a step closer. He puts his wing in hers, the one holding the knife, “if you hold it like that, you’ll cut yourself, you know?” he says in a low whisper, close enough that she might have been able to feel his breath in her cheek. He adjusts moves her wing to a safer position and gives her one of his rare lady-killer smiles, mostly to tease her, then walks into his bedroom to change.”
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Nagisa continues to stand in the music store, twitching and beginning to feel guilty, he couldn’t get Fang’s fearful expression out of his mind. He left the store at practically a run and found Fang rather quickly. “S-sorry, its none if my business, right?” he says, sounding flustered and clutching his arm, “b-but, um, i-if its scary, you don’t need to go, right? You can find another way, right?”
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“I will.” Snidely says as he enter a the bathroom. Some minuets later, he emerged again, seeming to have forgotten there was a guest in his home as he wore nothing but a towel around his waist. His black feathers were shining, slicked back with water and made his muscular build seem almost stylizedly attractive. He grabs a can of coke from the fridge and leans against the kitchen counter, cracking it open.
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“Alright, it’s not too far from here.” Snidely walks with Fern for a few blocks before they arrive at a relatively small high-rise apartment building. He unlocks the door and enters the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor. when they arrived he used the key to unlock the door to the penthouse apartment. The interior was decorated with a sleek modern design, incorporating lots of reds and blacks, the style seemed to fit Snidely’s aesthetic, however it was rather neat and organized, somewhat clashing with his personality. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He sighs, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on a hook by the door then lying on the couch.
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“…bass?!” Nagisa begins to smile like a kid in a toy shops when he sees them. He practically runs over to the shelf and begins examining each one, murmuring to himself as he does, things like “Nice cutaway, but don’t like the fretboard…. Ooh, I like this pickup! Good weight too….”