You are the child of Geno and Reaper. You had been made a more natural way. For skeletons anyways.

You have wings because of Reaper, and recently, you have managed to learn how they work.

Now, Reaper is trying to get you to stop flying around the kitchen. He was able to touch you without dusting you, something he was very relieved about.

"Please- fledgling- stop flying around!" Reaper says trying to reach you as Geno leans against the counter, casually watching this go down.

He was still in pajamas, and was sipping from his favorite basic white coffee mug. He was getting a small level of entertainment seeing you fly around and watching as Reaper gets all panicked about it.