I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
Fang sat on the green chair. hands clasped, eyes never leaving the floor. He swallowed at the sound of the door opening, fully expecting Black Canary to be in front of him. “There wasn’t any toi could have done, Fang.” Only, it wasn’t the voice of Canary, but someone much younger. The half-avian looked up briefly, watching the white renard tail swish back and forth. “Shouldn’t toi be elsewhere, Scotty?” Fang’s voice was hoarse, his fingers digging into his hands, shifting his feet. "No.. Canary and Bats thought I could plus out of you...
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