Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190626233759/@comment-32273133-20190715224936

“Just....put that away before someone sees,” Hanoi flaps his hands at Galaxian. “I’ve got to talk to Korin. Be....right back.”

He jogs over to the “Ink Emporium” and disappears inside, and you’ve got a feeling that he’s not going to return for a while. It’s four hours, in fact, before he, Korin, Micah, and Poe reemerge.

“Thank you again,” Micah says, pulling his sleeve over a new bandage on his wrist. His jacket’s a little small, so it doesn’t quite cover it completely.

“Of course,” Korin replies. “Just clean it when you take the bandage off. You know where to find me if you have any other questions.”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t do anything to that arm.”

“What?”

“You know what I mean. I stared at your arm for four hours through a magnifying glass, don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Those were old. Like, during the KGA old.”

“Not all of them.”

“I won’t mess up you guys’ hard work, don’t worry,” Micah mumbles. Poe caws and ruffles his wings, like you’d better. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. Thank you again.”

He runs off. Once he gets past the barrier, his wings pop out of his back and he flies off.