And maybe, you'll say "Maybe". (Avian girl in search of the perfect boy!)

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    Onyx sighed, finishing her burger and leaving the fast-food restaurant. Though she almost always ate at places like this, she needed the calories. Her high metabolism required food, but she was as skinny as your average model. As pretty as one, too: she had jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and naturally red lips. She was tall and thin-- but she was single, and always had been. Why? Well... She walked out behind the restaurant and spread her wings-- black as night and fifteen feet across, they were beautiful. As she prepared to take off, though, she got the sense that she was being watched. She spun around. "Who's there?"

    [align=center][font=andale mono] Roddy was awoken by a voice and the sound of wings. Abnormally large wings. He stumbled up to her voice, having been sleeping in the yard next to the restaurant. "Me." He replied sleepily. He hoped it wasn't a cop.

    Onyx blinked at the boy, too startled to hide her wings. He had probably seen them by now anyways, so it was no use to. "What are you doing here?" she asked sharply. Her voice was melodious but still harsh.

    "Standing," he yawned sarcastically. He blinked, seeing huge, outstretched wings. "Uh... What are those...?"

    Onyx narrowed her hazel eyes, half-folding her wings in self-consciously. "They're my wings." she replied snappishly.

    "Pft. Right, right," He turned his back to her sleepily, only to jerk back in her direction. "Wings?" He questioned further, eyes wide with both horror and fascination.

    Onyx sighed, extending her jet-black wings again. "Yeah. They're right here. Get a big, fat eyeful. With your big, fat eyes." She paused, frowning. "That's right. A girl with wings just called your eyes fat. Now your big fat eyes have seen everything."

    Roddy blinked, trying to process the concept of her wings and the fact that he had fat eyeballs. "Wait. So your saying you can fly?"

    "Okay, okay." Roddy replied, putting his hands up in a form of making peace. "How...When the Hell did you notice those?"

    "I'm a recombinant project." Onyx explained, jumping gracefully up ten feet and sitting on a tree branch. "I've had them since I was just a zygote in a test tube."

    [align=center][font=andale mono]"So I'm guessing that probably means that I wasn't supposed to see any of this...?" Roddy questioned, turning his head.