"Oh, is this yours?"
Even though Evangeline's eyes seemed to almost threaten to suffocate his entire existence, the Man still used Evangeline's supposed feather as some sort of toothpick to clean his already immaculate teeth; and even though the Man's face is mostly covered by his hair, Evangeline still did not fail to see the similarity he had with Van.
"It's been so long since I got this from wherever. You know, when one of my pocket galaxies went poof because someone decided to speed things up," the Man then dramatically opened both his hands, before waving his fingers in as he returned Evangeline's glare,
"Don't you know how empty I felt, watching what should already be an evolved species once again return to stick and stones?"
"So, you've been… watching?" Evangeline breathed out, "I figure that will only be a blink of your life, now hand me all the feathers you have-- they are mine."
'tis the only thing our boy knows what to do.