Michael opened his mouth and glared at Jurou rather playfully when he'd said that and gave him a light shove when he mussed up his hair.
"Hey! You little douche it took me forever to get my hair this fab." he pouted and flicked at his bangs. Despite the fact that his hair was already inherently a royal mess. In his eyes it was a fabulously hot mess.
"Wasn't exactly what I had in mind by rubbing but....suit yourself." He winked at Jurou allowing his mind to go down an unnecessarily dirty path. He was however just referring to his cat form rubbing up against him but....two birds in one stone. Tease him on all his forms. If it wasn't a sly poke at his catlike tendencies it was a sexual innuendo to get him flustered. This was a game Michael enjoyed.
âCâmon, slowpokes. I wanna see those wings and the sun is setting.âMichael followed Marshall to the other end of the courtyard.
"Here we are, the magnificent showcase of the one and only.........Angel." He spoke the last word with a whisper and smiled towards their small group. He spread his arms wide and took several steps back. He was still just in his jean pants and the muscles in his torso flexed gracefully with every move he made. The dry hot wind of the desert stirred and spiraled around Michael, stirring up small clouds of sand and dust. He turned around in place to show his back where his tattoos seemed to be literally pulling away from his skin, shedding their dark inky appearance like flakes of an old skin. His wings burst forth opening immediately. They where not like angel wings as they moved as if simply another part of his body, folding and adjusting their angle to avoid dragging along the ground or taking up the wind. When they folded they encased his back completely and where big enough to wrap around his body yet flexible enough to fold back along his spine.
He bent his knees and crouched low spreading his wings high up and without warning took off with an epic burst of wind. It was like setting off a rocket a cloud of red dirt was blast in all directions leaving a clean circle around where he once stood. He was rocketing upward at astonishing speeds his wings moving with astonishing speed and dexterity. He flew up several hundred feet and suddenly tucked his wings in tight, twisting his body in astonishing acrobatics ending in a hawk's nose dive. He adjusted to a glide that sent him in a circle over the courtyard.
Michael was in bliss up there. The skies where his home and it wasn't hard to see what with the passion and enthusiasm he gave to flying. He was more than an angel up there. He was an eagle, a hawk. Michael did a few barrel rolls, just to show off and allowed himself to slow before he landed, skidding across the yard. His wings gave a few light flaps to cool down before folding against his back and out of the way. He stood before the group, grinning ear to ear and bowed.