Sean didn't think naked would work, but where was he going to find some clothing? His wings wanted to come out as much as he wanted them to, but as large as her bedroom was, he'd still break something.
Wandering out onto an open area outside of her bedroom, he sniffed the air. Too many scents and too many lights. He'd never seen a place so lit up in the middle of the night. Of course, there had only been torches when he'd been alive. Now moving cars had lights. Everything had lights.
“Sean?"
Sean spun around, but the voice had been in his head. He let his wings loose just for a moment so they could stretch. “Donal?"
“Aye. You're alive."
“Aye," Sean said. “I need clothing."
Donal chuckled. “I wore pink sweatpants with the word juicy on the back of them."
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