[Not too far away from the detective prince is a familiar face. Of course, he's passed out cold, wearing the white pants of a New Feather and his baby blue and pink wings are back in place. He doesn't notice, because he's sleeping so peacefully.
A breeze blows through and he rolls over on one wing, muttering under his breath.]
...told you, old bag....Sunday...no school...zzzz.
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A breeze blows through and he rolls over on one wing, muttering under his breath.]
...told you, old bag....Sunday...no school...zzzz.