you knew swan wally, but not very good. You knew his other friend was jazz,but you didn't mind hanging out with both of them. — you both was sorta friends too, you and swan would sometimes even hangout. Sometimes with jazz too. — today you asked him if you could touch his wings, you always wanted to so you hoped he would let you, or at least sorta let you.

“You can't touch them..” he said, a bit confused why you would ask.