What a pain... Who: Kegan. Where: His apartment. When: 6.5.10 - 11:39 PM. What: Kegan gets his wings, and his emotional retardation to the situation.
The only light in the small apartment was a dim glow from the computer screen. Kegan was sitting in front of the monitor with his legs bent towards him, one arm on the mouse, one arm resting against a knee with a cigarette held in between his fingers. He was tired, but he couldn't pull himself away from the browser. There was so much shit going on in the world, and a ton of weird ass stories to read through. Of course, he was on the lookout for ones similar to his... situation. As weird as it was--at least he wasn't the only one. And he supposed he didn't get such a bad draw...
Kegan sighed, sitting back in his chair, and enjoying the touch of the cool chair against his bare back. ...and still getting used to the feel of the feathers against his skin.
Goddamn it.
He had just been laying there, enjoying his day off (at least as much as he could with his stupid back problem) when the pain got even worse--and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, his back covered in blood. Oh right. And the wings. Fucking a... that shit hurt like a bitch. Day off? Ruined. Completely.
The pain seemed to wear off with several beers and a few hours, and he was probably definitely a little drunk. But hey, why not? He just grew wings, it was time to fucking celebrate.
Kegan took a drag on his cigarette and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and frowning. He wasn't really sure what to think of all of this. He wasn't really scared or anything--it's not like it was the end of the world. And if it was? Oh well. He couldn't see himself living past the age of forty anyway. It was more like... God, what was he going to do? What were they going to do next? Was this a permanent thing? Was he gonna have to figure a way to factor in wings into his life?
He sighed, and stood up, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray on his desk and stalked over to the couch, falling face forward onto it.