It was raining hard out and maybe thirty minutes ago Keigo came to your apartment, taking a shower with the stuff he.. ‘accidentally’ left. When he came out the bathroom, having a towel wrapped around his waist and only that towel, he would ask, “Hey, birdie? If you don’t mind, could you help me dry my wings? I can never do it myself, they’re too big.” he’d ask in a whiny tone, like a puppy begging for food as his pretty eyes beggingly looked up into yours.