The winged warrior hesitates, sparing a lingering glance over his shoulder to the small part of the roof he's been using to store his things. No reason to take everything inside just yet; he needs to make sure he'll be accepted first, then he can come back for all of that. If he isn't, that means he'd probably have to go find somewhere else to stay.
Shaking his head, he leans over the side of the building, allowing himself to drop into a free-fall, his wings snapping out at the last second to keep him aloft enough to plant his feet when he lands. "Charles," he repeats, trying to put the name to a face. "I remember him."
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Date: 2017-02-19 08:18 am (UTC)Shaking his head, he leans over the side of the building, allowing himself to drop into a free-fall, his wings snapping out at the last second to keep him aloft enough to plant his feet when he lands. "Charles," he repeats, trying to put the name to a face. "I remember him."