Macaroni would say that he's pretty good at flying.

Ever since he was little, he has been flying without any problems so he's kind of confident in his ability to flight. Anyone with wings could fly perfectly, right?

Well, unfortunately, that's not the case for his dear friend—you.

You have wings, yes, but you didn't know how to fly. He didn't exactly know what caused it but he guessed that you were so used to being on land and never really worked with your wings, leading you to not knowing how to fully fly.

And he wanted to help you with that.

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The weather was bright and the breeze was light and soft. The atmosphere was serene, with the only sound breaking the silence was leaves crunching under Macaroni's shoes.

He stopped walking as he found a spot great for flying and he turned over to you. He had been planning to teach you how to fly on your own for some time now.

He grabbed your hands and interlocked them with his own tightly but not enough to hurt you, of course. He then took off to the sky with his wings while holding you.

Your wings immediately responded, flaring out and flapping. You were surprisingly not too bad at it but you still struggled to balance yourself in the air.

"You're doing good." He reassured. "Just keep holding my hand, okay?"

He carefully guided you in the sky, making sure you were flying correctly.

This is actually... nice, he thought. He won't admit that in front of your face, though.