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Uh, duh. They're gorgeous.

[ she holds her hand up but stops herself, knowing better than to just reach out and touch without permission. ]

[Damn, that's gotta be the best compliment his wings have gotten in a while.] Thanks. [Fighting back that smug grin is difficult, but he manages, toning it down to where the edges of his lips barely quirk.

He tenses as she raises a hand, though, inhales a little too sharply for his liking. Chill out, he warns himself. She won't do anything to hurt them, right? Either way, it's a risk he decides to take, albeit with some hesitance.]

Go ahead, [says the winged warrior, even leaning so she can reach them easier.]

Edited 2017-10-19 06:01 (UTC)

Oh –

[ jubilee looks a little embarrassed at her own awkward fumblings but eventually reaches out all the way to stroke her fingers through the feathers. of course it's real and he's real but being able to touch makes it all the more... grounded. ]

Cool.

[Up close like this, most people might scrutinize in a totally different way. Warren, on the other hand, is absolutely checking her out. Subtly, though, since he has more class than that.

And maybe he's using Jubes' fascination with the wings to his advantage.]

Should've seen 'em when they were metal.

[ one must give him some points for being subtle about it instead of giving her a top to bottom lookover. ]

Metal wings? No thanks. [ jubilee wrinkles her nose at that. ] These are way better! You're for real an angel when they're like this. [ she rubs one feather between her index finger and her thumb, as if double checking its tangibility and realness. ]

[No way. Jubilee's sure a looker, but he'll save that for the more, uh, scantily clad people he's seen.]

Yeah, they were cool in their own way. [Just as he's contemplating launching into talk of being able to cut through steel, she comments on him being an 'angel' and he can't help smirking.] Don't think just 'cause my wings are feathery that I'm 'wholesome and pure,' though. Save that for the blue kid. [Her digits stroke that single feather and Warren huffs a breath, doing his best to fight back the shiver it sends up his spine.

They might be a little sensitive for his liking.]

[ that just makes her laugh. ] Y'know, saying that you're not wholesome and pure doesn't help. [ which is absolutely a tease. she sometimes resents being called 'cute' because it sounds demeaning to someone who really is trying to be a capable x-man.

she lifts her hand off his wing when it looks like his demeanor has changed. ] Was that okay, what I just did?

[Sometimes, he likes to think he's funny.] So, my wings are ruining my bad boy representation. Got it. [Except, you know, she is cute, even if that's not a tough as nails sort of compliment.

At least Warren isn't the type to blush easily.] Yeah, uh— [pause, his brow furrowing.] They're really receptive.

I suggest wearing, like, devil horns if you really want to work on your bad boy rep. [ jubes winks with a click of her tongue.

wings are sensitive. got it. she takes a tiny step forward and brushes her fingers again through the downy fluff. ] If it feels bad, just let me know. I'm kind of – it's just really cool. And pretty.

[All Warren can manage in response to that comment is an eye-roll. Really, Jubes? Devil horns?

This time, when she comes close, he manages a forward motion of his own, craning the wing she's touching around so she can even reach for the feathers that are higher up.] You'll know. [Because he'll react.] Uh, thanks again?

[Then, because he's curious--] Have you ever flown before?

I mean, in an airplane, but that's it.

No one's ever, like, taken me flying.

[ she tries not to get too excited by the prospect because, you know, he could just be asking her a general question. but if he's offering, well, then she's ready to bounce. ]

Airplane's not the same as wings.

[Totally fine if she gets excited, though, because that's exactly what he was doing. He withdraws again, stretching the appendages out to their full sixteen feet in length, another smirk tugging his lips upward.]

Well, do ya wanna?

Hell yes! Let's hit it.

[ jubilee laughs and clasps her hands under her chin, bouncing on her heels. those wings are even more beautiful now that they're fully spread and she leans back to take them in. ]

Sweet, [he pronounces with enthusiasm, feathers ruffling.]

Okay, uh ... You gonna be cool with being carried? [An arm extends, motioning for her to move closer.] Guess you could jump on my back, if you prefer? Might be harder to see things that way, though.

If you don't mind carrying me – [ she lifts her arms and gives an exaggerated shrug. ] I'm pretty light! See for yourself!

[And as soon as Jubes' arms are up, Warren swoops in, lifting her off her feet, and taking flight almost immediately.] Hey, you're right! [he laughs, making sure his grip is secure while his wings beat harder, taking them higher.]

Oh, jeez! [ jubilee yelps as her arms go right around him, clinging to him as tight as she can. she tries not to kick up her feet too much, not wanting to hurt him when he's been kind enough to offer her a life.

as they go higher, she looks between the boy and the ground and her face lights up so brightly it might just eclipse her own powers. ]

This is awesome!

Yeah, that was kind of— [Well, rude, if he's being honest. Still makes him laugh.

Seeing the way she brightens makes it totally worth the surprise, though. He keeps one arm secured around Jubilee's middle, jerking his head toward the other one while he lifts it.]

Kick your legs up, that way I can catch 'em.