[ jinx's been keeping an eye on this individual for approximately twenty minutes now, her pinks fixating over this girl's wings more than everything else about her. she had never seen a person having a set of them before, and the mental cogs in her mind whirl excitingly. if one were to rip off her skin and muscles, how would her bones look like? if she were to pluck a feather, would it hurt?
she's going to imagine so, after all, she is a crow (metaphorically) and pigeons are in the same family of birds. but crows are smarter, and they do eat pigeons... so what's a girl to do with a caged up thing? biting on her lower lip, jinx creeps herself off her little perch, and maneuvers closer — her fingers clash together behind her back with an innocent sway to her step. ]
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she's going to imagine so, after all, she is a crow (metaphorically) and pigeons are in the same family of birds. but crows are smarter, and they do eat pigeons... so what's a girl to do with a caged up thing? biting on her lower lip, jinx creeps herself off her little perch, and maneuvers closer — her fingers clash together behind her back with an innocent sway to her step. ]
Hi there. [ a pause, and a smile. ] Are we stuck?