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Once Stocking sprawled across his lap, Kid didn´t really had much other of option than to just close the old book he was currently reading and try to decode what could be hapenning inside his girlfriend´s head. For many other guys, this would be already way too obvious that his girlfriend just wanted a little bit of attention, yet for Kid, this was a complete MISTERY;

     God was she bored. School had long since turned into something boring, where she barely learned anything. And yet she was locked within those walls for hours each day and forced to sit in a desk with nothing to do but worksheets about safety involving her powers and keeping angels and Heaven a secret from mortals, should she ever wind up on Earth. But she didn’t care. She wanted to see Earth, yes, and she wanted to explore it, but she didn’t care about keeping things secret from mortals - it didn’t really matter that much, anyways. It wasn’t as if they would be able to get there anyways until they were dead.

     And so, this boredom and pointless exercise drove her out of class, claiming a need to use the restroom. The moment she was out of the classroom, she would head to the music room, which she knew was empty at that time of day, and, with the assistance of a chair, carefully shimmying out of the window, falling to the ground of the other side with a flutter of downy white wings, feathers falling out under the influence of the wind. Not that it would bother her - it only meant her real feathers were growing even more dense beneath them, only increasing the amount of small clusters of sleek white.

     When she was safely on the ground, she would head towards the playground, where she was sure she would find her sister. After all, it was the younger girl’s recess hour, and all the rest of her classmates were already there. It would only take a moment to find her, too, and at the sight of her younger sister, she would discreetly pull her behind a cluster of bushes, staying carefully out of sight of the supervising teacher. Not that it was so difficult, considering the fact that the woman was distracted with grading some sort of assignment. And so she would speak to her sister in a hushed, eager tone.

                ----- A heavy SIGH escaped his lips as soon as he finished hearing his partner talk. He was behaving like a kindergarten again hun...?  Raising his left hand up, he allowed for it to rest on his forehead as a matter to regain back his previous lost of composture. Was this what people called "jealousy" ? what an awful feeling it was... It made him react in such ways that it almost seemed as if it wasn´t himself ! or at least, not his usual composed self.

Adjusting his suit, Kid started walking slowly towards the couch where she was currently sitting in.

-Sighs- "Alright, alright----- i´m coming. But you can have it, i´m sure you´ll appreciate it more than me"

“What the fuck was Garter thinking?!”

Socks tugged at the firm leather straps which bound his arm, one hand ripping at the bondage-wear while the bound wrist flailed both low and high. His motions cared little for the smaller version of himself which he carried with every tug of his arm, the other eventually left dangling in front of him as he glared at her.

i will draw you a socks!