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His lips quirked upwards for a split second. He tilted his head to the side, hair falling back in front of one of his eyes. "Why were they grabbing at you?" He asks, sliding down to sit against the wall; stretching out one leg and keeping the other knee bent so he could rest his arm atop it.
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Charlie shrugged, slowly sitting down as well. “I-I don’t know, really.” He murmured. “I guess I shouldn’t have said th-that my wings are, uh.. Sensitive.”