[ They are a pain in the ass, though mostly in that it was going to take ages for the feathers his mother clipped to grow back in full length. And when they do it will be painfully obvious to everyone that they'd been clipped the whole time. He's not even very fussed about preening yet, there're bigger problems on his mind.

He does look to Ain's wings and hums in acknowledgement, something melancholy hiding behind his smile ]

They're pretty. Do you fly a lot? Is it fun flying up high?

[ As far as the clothes go, It'll probably be more of a problem once summer ends and things get colder. For now his clothes do just fine. More than that he's just scared of imposing too much on his father and White Lily Cookie. He's still treading the line, finding out where her polite tolerance of him ends. He doesn't accept the idea she doesn't mind him yet. Not when she knows who he is.

But that was neither here nor there. ]

Maybe at some point! I don't know what my dad and Miss White Lily Cookie are planning yet. I've just been wandering around and getting used to it here the past couple days.

[ He's new new. They're probably still figuring out what to do with him themselves. His wardrobe probably isn't a thought in their minds yet.

The boy put that aside a moment, focusing on trying to make an intricate pattern in the center of the plate. ]