(No, this was definitely not his Tony. Or anyone else's Tony, for that matter. He was his own, come to this world for the first time for reasons unbeknown to him. So far. He was, of course, going to try to figure it out.)
What? (Welp. He hadn't even thought about that. His gaze went down, briefly, but at the same time there were more pressing matters at hand than being decent. Plus, he didn't have anything to hide. A low grumble rumbled at the back of his throat as he started to walk around the other's horse, to yes, indeed, see that he too had a pair of wings.)
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What? (Welp. He hadn't even thought about that. His gaze went down, briefly, but at the same time there were more pressing matters at hand than being decent. Plus, he didn't have anything to hide. A low grumble rumbled at the back of his throat as he started to walk around the other's horse, to yes, indeed, see that he too had a pair of wings.)
What are they for? They're too small to fly.