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"Please don't."
Briar forced himself up, trying his best to fold his crumpled wings back into place. They weren't working properly, angry red lines flowing...
"But you're my best friend," she said quietly, sitting up and bringing her knees to her chest as she looked up at him. "I don't know what to do."
"Someone."
"So... that's a yes? You think I should go out with him?"
Briar tensed, worried that the voice would only bring more pain.
"Yes. Someone threw them in the trash."
"Yeah, but so are both of us, and we're not terrible people."
He groaned in pain as the man crumpled the delicate material in his fist. He tried to weakly swat at him, but his wing rendered him immobilized.
She looked down at their hands. "I hope so too."
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Hon hon hon."
"If you must know, I had to rescue my books."
"No, I don't. I hadn't even thought about it. What do you think? Is he a good guy?"
He cried out, flapping his wings as frantically as he could, landing on his stomach.
"I do, but I don't know."
Poppy took a poppyseed muffin quietly.
"I had work to do."
"I don't know! I barely know the guy!"
He tried to fight back, putting his free hand on the man's chest and his hand glowing with a shock.
"Because you're not psychic."
