I turned around, noticing my wings. "Huh. I wonder why they did. They haven't been doing that lately. Interesting..." I poped my wings back in and smiled slightly. "It's really nothing to worry about! I mean, we all have our flaws! I have more than I can count on my hands and toes! It just makes us more special in the end!" I said, smiling just a bit. I was nothing special. Just a dude who ran away from home, trying to keep a stable living, though I still had to live with my best friend.
I thought about this for a few seconds. It wasn't a bad thing in the least that I got to live with him. We have formed a special sort of bond over the years. I've become less of the hyper twit, and he has become less of the British person who knows everything ever. He became something more than a normal British librarian. MY face softened at the fact. Maybe being poor was a good choice on my part? If I was rich, I would have probably never met Layton, Eri, or Aurora. It was a nice thought to have, indeed.