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he got down on both his knees, as he held a feather up to you, looking up with big, hopeful eyes.

Engel: will you except my mate feather..?"

you: I can't.."

he looked at you for a straight 4 seconds, then he looked back at his feather, looking at any imperfection, although it was perfect.. then looked back up at you.

Engel: is something wrong with it..?"

Engel: I...I can try to grow a nicer one..."