"Slater, how's my wings?" Hugo asked, checking his wings in case the mild collision had damaged them.
Slater, on the other hand, dutifully checked his brother's wings to make sure they were fine.
"As far as I know, you weren't walking backward," Atlas remarked in his usual flat tone, staring at his brothers, who seemed overly concerned about their big, blinking wings after Patricia had bumped into Hugo's chest.
"First Brother, there's this thing called impact," Hugo lectured in a knowing tone. "I'm afraid the impact might hurt these wings. They're too pretty."
Atlas, Penny, Ginnie, and even Mark couldn't help but narrow their eyes at Hugo. No one had questioned Hugo's preference before, but now they couldn't help but wonder. Not that it was a problem, but still, it was a bit shocking.