He's about to disagree. To shake his head and say something else. Reassure him, somehow. But he doesn't get that chance. His friend is suddenly in what looks like clear agony. Shiro's on his knees next to him in a heartbeat - the offending wings fanned out in an unconscious display of distress.
"Vyng?" Is he injured? Sick? He's reaching for the other's shoulders, to try and roll him over. To check for said injury. Check for anything that could tell him what just happened here. "What is it!"
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He's about to disagree. To shake his head and say something else. Reassure him, somehow. But he doesn't get that chance. His friend is suddenly in what looks like clear agony. Shiro's on his knees next to him in a heartbeat - the offending wings fanned out in an unconscious display of distress.
"Vyng?" Is he injured? Sick? He's reaching for the other's shoulders, to try and roll him over. To check for said injury. Check for anything that could tell him what just happened here. "What is it!"