( he looks… disappointed at that. yeah, he looks disappointed that kazuya can’t just tear off his own wings for him. weirdo. )

I don’t know… I haven’t heard of any sort of, “fusion” like that where I’m from.

( except for, like, sex? vore?? but he’s pretty sure that’s not what kazuya is talking about. )

And if you can’t tear them off, it’s not like I’m going to be able to do it. Well, ( here he leans forward to put his elbows on the table, forearms crossed in front of him as he thinks it over, ) not unless I’m able to—steal a knife from a kitchen or something. I haven’t really seen anything like that available anywhere otherwise.

( yes. yes, he has been looking.

but he’s slowly emerging from a brief submersion into that possibility space. he refocuses his bright, sharp gaze on kazuya, analytical. appraising. )

…You think I’d just be able to sew them on? ( his voice is lightly incredulous, but… he’s never tried. he does by this point know his body heals quickly, so long as he’s able to sew up any wounds he sustains. and J had specifically said he would have to “get them himself,” even if he hadn’t gone into details.

there’s a longer pause, and then perhaps the more pertinent question: ) And you’d just be okay with me… doing that to you?