So she knew he had the wings. But she did not know that he had about 5% chance of controlling them and when they showed up. Usually, his shoulders itched and he got about two minutes before they showed up. It wasn't great but at the same time, he really didn't have much of a choice.

The woman simply slid past and into the apartment as he closed the door behind her. "Yeah, funny thing about that. I don't get to really choose when they show up or go away. It... I would love to, don't get me wrong. But the issue is that I can't control it," he explained and stepped into the kitchen again.

So it was going to be one of those days. With a small sound, the vibrant feathers unfurled and rippled downward, brushing the ground and his tail. The fan of tail feathers. Yay.

But he was starving already and had snagged an orange to peel as she talked.

"so... what all is this whole thing?" Farian finally asked, his green eyes lifting up to eye her.

None of what she had said made any sense to him. It was only subtly clear when his hand paused in peeling the orange. But Farian pushed on and shook his head lightly.

"Controlling it?" He echoed lightly before shaking his head back and forth. "Nothing has worked. Tried meditation, tried pep-talks--even got an exorcism once. Nothing. I can control none of it. It just... happens," Farian shrugged one shoulder and leaned against the counter with his hip.

She began to talk about dimensions and his parents, in which Farian scowled lightly. "Mom and Dad? They're more normal than I am. Dad worked an office job, mom stayed at home. I think that Kay and I would've figure out if they had magic powers or not," he snorted and shook his head.

Dimensions. That... that was hilarious. Sure. Maybe she was just a figment of his imagination and now he was just seeing things.