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Despite what he has everyone believe, Phenex enjoys humanity. The mundaneness of it appeals to him. Maybe, in another life, he could have been the white picket fence kind of guy. Settled down with a cute boy-next-door type (after many years of being a crazy bachelor, of course) and just be normal. Unfortunately he doesn't get that, being immortal and whatnot, it'd be kind of difficult to explain that. Though he can still play the crazy bachelor, and Phen does, more often than he'd like to admit since he's supposed to be a leader and all. Great example he is. Phen can't help but get lost in the little things. Everything extraordinary is normal for Wings and Horns, so things like pizza and movies and the hustle-bustle of the city are his flavor of exciting.
The Wings appearance shifts again, and Phen decides he very much does not like it. The art of illusion has always been interesting to him, and those of his group that know it are often bothered by him to create something for him, but he doesn't have anyone that's nearly as skilled as Erimael. Not surprising, but still upsetting. He would have to convince him to do it more often, for Phen, not to hide things from him. "I don't know what I see to say if I like it or not," Phenex complained, too curious now about what Erim looks like. Skin touches skin and Phen flashes fangs playfully, and if he wasn't bond to this guy for who knows how long, he probably would have licked him. But there was no sense in harassing (more so than he already was) the Wing because it would benefit both parties if they could at least somewhat get along. "To be honest, I was picturing you as Rapunzel locked in a tower, and wondering if your hair would grow long enough for me to climb up... But climbing is a lot of work so, I'd hope you had enough food up there and probably take off to find an easier damsel." Phen shrugs.
"You're near as bad as Alastor, he's always calling me 'kid' this and 'child' that. Next you'll pick up that annoying nickname he's taken to calling me, too." Little Bird, a play on his name and his age, it annoyed him to no end. Alastor didn't care much if he was annoyed though, and the name stuck. "Besides that, I couldn't anyways, wouldn't that be like favoritism or something? Can't sleep with them all."
Then they're talking about illusions again and the rest is lost on Phen, because he's been given permission to touch and he likes to touch. Normally he wouldn't need permission but, this guy could probably rip his head off if he felt like it. Without warning his claws flash out, and he manages to twist his hand back enough that it doesn't snag the Wings skin. Unprepared for the tattoos to move onto him at all, his surprise made them appear. "Sorry, didn't mean to." They disappeared back into his fingers a moment later and he moved his arm back to his side. "Come on, the hotel isn't far from here, we can make it before it starts raining." He gets up and grabs the pizza box that was recently sat down in front of him, then heads outside. "You better not need to make any quick escapes though, unless you plan on carrying me whilst flying again. We're a little tied up, if you hadn't noticed." Phen arches a brow at Erim, then thinks that it really wouldn't be that bad, he would probably enjoy flying. He starts walking, and checks over his shoulder a moment later to make sure Erim was coming, then says quietly, "I do need pizza."