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[stopmovingthefurniture]

'That sucks' was sort of an understatement, but Iggy didn't care to voice that. They all had their demons and tragic back stories and he wasn't about to pretend like his could be any better or worse than anybody else's. After all, he couldn't imagine it was easy being blue.

He sucked in a breath when she took his wrist. He'd heard her scooting closer, so it wasn't like he didn't know she was near him. He wasn't startled by it. He just wasn't used to it, the contact. It'd been a long time since anyone cared to touch him. He couldn't remember the last time his mother hugged him. He blinked his sightless blue eyes at her words just a second before pink tinged his cheeks. He hoped she didn't notice and simply focused on his fingers on her skin.

It felt weird. It wasn't smooth, like his skin. There were little bumps and ridges and patterns. He discovered a long time ago that he could feel a person's fingerprint. He could feel it and memorize it, like a fucking human database. He could feel all the fine fine lines and crinkles of her skin, the same way he could feel his fingerprints on his desk at home. After a moment, he brought up his other hand to touch her other cheek, fingers tracing across her temples and hair and cheekbones. And just like that, he looked downright awed, like this was the best thing he ever participated in.

"Whoa. You feel so cool."

Awkward wording, awkward wording, but despite the slight deepen of his blush, he's almost too thrilled to care.

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He was pretty young - way too young for her to think about anything untoward - but he was sort of adorable, in a little brother kind of way. She wanted him to feel at home, because he was, for all intents and purposes. Charles had made a point of taking her in and giving her a proper home, and now - in lieu of him bringing Iggy into the fold properly - she was going to do it.

Raven was quiet as Iggy felt her face, looking away on principle, because staring at someone while they touched your face was a pretty weird thing to do. Weirder than what was already happening. Of course, his appreciation of her natural form was better than most people's, save perhaps Erik. But Erik was in a class all his own.

"Thanks," she replied happily, grinning at his blush; it was probably able to be felt under his hands. And hopefully he could tell the difference between a mocking grin and a genuine one.

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He could feel it, the rise of her cheeks and the way her lips curve. He could feel how bright it was, how real it was, and it, accompanied by her happy tone, made him grin back in response.

Once he finished tracing the line of her nose and the edge of her jaw, he dropped his hand back to his lap, his smile finally starting to fade. It didn't fade because he was unhappy, but maybe because he was a little nervous. He hadn't shown his wings to anybody but the doctors, and that didn't really turn out what he would've considered well. After a moment, he went ahead and unzipped his jacket, abandoning it on the grass. Slowly, he pulled in a breath, rolled his shoulders, and let his wings start to expand. He didn't stretch them out all the way (he wasn't sure if he had room), but she probably got the idea; the were huge, an off-white cream color, and had he extended them fully, they would've been fourteen feet across.

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She remained silent for the time being, let him finish up his exploration of her face and skin - and thus, of her mutation and how it made itself known. Her own smile faded slowly away, settling back into something a little more normal and demure. His nerves didn't go unnoticed; she was very good at noticing things about others, not least of all because she could turn herself into them at the drop of a hat.

And so she noticed the way he steeled himself as he began to let his wings out. It gave her plenty of time to scoot out of the way, making sure that he had a little bit of room to show them off. Though she very much doubted 'show them off' was the right phrase, given how nervous he seemed. It was close, at least.

"Wow," Raven breathed quietly, leaning forward a little as she reached out, almost to touch. She caught herself, looking at him first. "Can I touch them?"