What's In Your Head? (Dystopian) (Semi-Closed?)

"A bunch of hot heads." Era muttered into the pancake batter.

Emory grinned. "Wow, guys, you get it! You aren't as dumb as I thought!"

"Wow, thanks." Declan said, huffing. "I'm going for a walk. Anyone wanna join me?" he said, starting to walk out of the door.

Thomas hesitated, then sighed, "Why not. It stinks here anyways," The man stood and stretched his wings before joining Declan

"But…breakfast?" Era looked down at the pancakes she had been making. Surprisingly, they looked edible for once. A blush creeped across her cheeks, she felt like an idiot.

As they walked, Declan shifted and gave himself wings like Thomas’. “So uh.. why dontcha tell me a bit about yourself Thomas?”

Thomas glanced at him, raising an eyebrow at the change, "What's there to tell?" he asked, facing forwards again, "I joined the seven for revenge."