[Ugly business is right. He's dreading this, wondering how it will go, if he'll lose a friend or if they will be able to work things out. But he comes to the roof when night falls, as promised. His wings make soft rustling sounds as he lands on the edge of the roof, moonlight visible through the thin skin of the membranes. He steps down from the ledge onto the roof proper and they stretch, slowly fold back up against his back.
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His tail is swishing in anxiety.]
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