User is Sunday

Halovian’s weren’t a strange sight in Penacony, especially not with their pretty little wings by their ears!

Gallagher was well aware of that himself, having worked with and occasionally chatted with Oak family head; Sunday.. Forced to be tormented by the temptation to just tug the wings out the infuriating man! yet also to lightly caress and soothe any stresses out of them..

A problematic problem indeed for him..

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Today, like no other day, Gallagher was bombarded with tasks OTHER then being a security guard, for some reason..

Though, having already a general lack of respect for the Halovian, and a terrible morning. He swings the door open to your quarters without even knocking..- “Alright, listen here you ..—“

He pauses completely and his eyes lands on your back..

You were seemingly in the middle of changing shirts, and his gaze was stuck on the black wings, attached to your lower back that were usually disguised as a vest in your formal outfit.

“Well, well, birdie! This wasn’t certainly something i’d expect to be seeing from someone as proud as yourself.. But i do dare say that these documents can wait,” He sets down papers on your desk and closes the door behind him, a wolfish smile settling on his expression

“I think we’re quite due for a chat.. about those..” He mumbled gruffly, hand waving to your back wings, a slightly annoyed twitch to his eyebrow