<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>Unexpectedly, Warren chuckled.  "Aren't we a broken pair?  We're changed in ways we never imagined that we could be into things that are almost mockeries of the original.  And for the record, Jean would disagree.  She's felt things from my wings before.  Maybe it's a broken off piece of my psyche but I'm inclined to think otherwise.  Ever hear of phantom pain or phantom limb syndrome?  Amputees can feel their limbs, hurting or itching.  Sometimes they think they're holding them in a certain position, when they don't even have them."  Warren shook his head, gesturing helplessly with his hands.  "Sometimes I still feel them," he said,  his voice breaking.  "My beautiful, old wings."<br/><br/>This time when his wings spread it was deliberate.  "Aren't they a gloriously ugly thing?  Beautiful and hideous at the same time.  Beauty and the beast all rolled into one. Just like me.  Just like you. Love me, love my beast.  Although I must say, you do look beautiful in either form and we already know that the carpet matches the drapes."<br/><br/>After a moment, Warren folded his wings, looking suddenly ashamed.  "I'm sorry, that was rude and crass.  I apologize.  Sometimes I just say thing before I think.  Find somebody I'm into and spend my time both pulling them close and pushing them away.  It's going to be a hard habit to break.  Unless I find somebody willing to put up with the bullshit in order to get to the soft creamy centre."<br/><br/>He took another sip of coffee.  "I'll make you a deal.  You put up with my bullshit and I'll zip out to the pharmacy to grab any sanitary supplies you need if you find yourself short.  I'll also help you explore your sexuality, no strings attached.  Not unless you want them.  You help me accept myself as a decent human being and I'll help you accept that it's okay to be mostly into women and still like the occasional guy.  Elton John said that once.  Lying shit."