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"E-eh… Well, yeah- I… I was just there to open my wings. I- I couldn't keep them retracted for as long as I did, y'know?" Marx said warily. "S-Sorry if I bothered you any, I- I just needed a small, quiet space to spread my wings. I'd kept them hidden for weeks now, and I couldn't put up with it anymore."
Nodding in understanding, Sol looked over at the angel. “I certainly know that feeling,” he said. “But you ought to be more careful, that’s not the… best part of town. i should know.”
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"Noted. I-I'll stay outta there frow now on, then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a woman to care for," he said, lifting his hands and dropping down to the ground in front of an old-fashioned house. The woman heard Marx plummet down and opened the door for him. By now, he had retracted his wings. He entered the house with the old woman, showing her his hands before entering so that she knew it was him.
Sol remained in the air above the woman’s house for a moment, then swooped away back towards the club. Maybe not worth the excursion, but at least the other male was cute. Landing in the alley from before, he retracted his wings and hopped on his bike.
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Marx went on about his normal day, playing card games with the old woman he'd been assigned to guard, as well as a few other games, too. "I must go now. My… ahem family needs me," he said, lifting up his hands, the eyes on them opening, and a gurgle coming from his stomach. "Oh dear, it seems I'm hungry too. See you tomorrow, dear Myra." He left out the door and opened his wings, jumping up and taking flight.
