Nick & Astrid & OPEN (Approx. 10:32PM)
"Good plan. Definitely a good plan. My twenty-first landed on a Sunday, but I requested that Monday off from work and had fun." He eyed her movements, making sure she wouldn't manage that lean only to be off-balance and slide right down to the floor.
That done, he glanced back at his wings as she spoke--which were so old hat to him that the fascination was just amusing. "Sensitive? Ah, kinda. Like another arm or something. Go ahead." He turned around again, his free hand shoved in his pocket while he took a drink. His wings were covered in a fine layer of shimmering scales that gave them their color, just like a real butterfly, but they didn't detach so easily; else hiding them beneath his clothes would be a real pain in the ass.