what're you lookin' at? Who: Kegan and Nill. Where: Streets of New Orleans. When: Late afternoon; ~4 PM. What: Kegan is looking intimidating and homeless and easily pestered. Someone should go pester him!
At least all this wing bullshit was happening during the summer. Because Kegan was going to be pissed if he had to figure out a way to fit those damn things on his back in some clothes. For now though? He could just put on a tanktop and he'd be done with it.
At any rate, he wasn't going to stick himself inside his house all day just because he had something weird growing out of his back. Hell no those weren't gonna stop him from doing what he wanted. The people that gave him weird looks because of his wings? Fuck 'em. He glared at them 'til they minded their own business and looked away.
He was just tired of staring at the computer screen looking at all the different stories... it got boring after the hundredth or so 'oh no I've got horns / wings / leaves!' or whatever. Kegan figured maybe some fresh air would do him some good, so he decided to take a walk. Maybe he'd be there in person to see if something else weird was gonna happen.
He was crouched down against the side of a building, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he blankly stared forward, ignoring the looks of the people who saw his wings, and probably thought he was a homeless guy.
Kegan was definitely gonna beat the shit out of anyone who dared tossed change at him.