𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𖹭
"Is that... are those wings on your back?" Lisa spun around, nearly crashing into a lamppost, to block the view of the small, stubbornly visible feathered wings poking out from behind her flickering in the dim street light. "Wings? On me? Pfft, no. These are... custom fake wings." She forced a laugh that could probabl...