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"I don't know, people get in easier." Red reached up and held his head. "Denum complains about noise, but he has no idea."

The other pulled his hand away, looking a little disappointed. "I don't think that's what it is..."

"...I know you're trying to tell me something." Red sighed.

"Never mind," The dark-haired boy breathed. "Just sleep. We can talk about it later."

He closed his eyes and turned onto his stomach, his silver translucent wings laying flat on his back.

Red could see the strips up and down the other's skin now - unlike the full Silvers, Quarrel's skin was more peach and less Silver, which gave him the appearance of a human. The stripes were concentrated around his wings and tail, but did not appear up and down his legs. He had the same diamond shape on the small of his back as his mother, however.

Red reached over and and touched the surface of the wings lightly with his fingertips.

They felt soft - almost like they were made of fur.

Shivering, Quarrel opened his eyes back up and looked at the redhead in confusion.

"...They actually look natural on you." Red remarked.

"I was born with him," The other boy replied, as if it were the obvious answer.

"Well yeah, but you look more human and these look...normal for you." Red said. "Get it?"

For a moment, Quarrel just stared at him. Then he slowly reached out and touched Red's hair. "I've never seen anyone with this color hair, but it looks 'natural' on you."

"Really, with my skin it shouldn't be, but it is." Red commented.

"I liked it," Quarrel admitted. "It... suits you. Is that the right word? My English is poor, my apologies."

He released Red's hair somewhat reluctantly.

Red slowly stopped petting Q's wings and just relented to leave his hand there on the boy's back.

"You're English is fine." Red replied.

"Your Silvish is horrible," Quarrel replied jokingly.

"I don't speak it at all." Red frowned.

"...I am not very good at telling jokes," Quarrel hummed, turning back onto his side. "I could teach you some if you want..."