Wings are made for flying -c!Tommy

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c!Tommy bird AU hurt/comfort. TW: blood/gore, being insecure, crying, slight panic.

"Hey, Tommy!"

It was Quackity, who was smiling at the younger.

"Yeah, Quack?"

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join Las Nevadas!"

"Sorry, I'm running a hotel. That'd be too much at once."

Quackity understood, giving Tommy a nod.

"Okay, but if you-"

Tommy didn't realize that his wings were spread, and he quickly tried to put them away.

"You have wings? That's cool! I do too, but I can't fly with them."

Tommy was surprised. Quackity didn't judge him? But his wings looked terrible. They were tainted with red and were missing a lot of feathers!

"Can you fly?" Tommy nodded. He could fly! He lifted himself off of the ground, then flew around in a circle until he was dizzy.

"Just remember: wings are there for a reason. We are born with things to help us survive. Wings are made for flying."

Tommy felt like he was going to cry, but in a good way. Maybe someone didn't hate him.

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