(Stitching)

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《Kirishim's POV:》
I watched as the blonde haired boy stitched my wing up. He seemed nice for doing this for me.
I roared and growled in pain as he stitched me up.
Once he finished, I had a fog of smoke surrounding me.
When the fog disappeared, I was a human, as I reached out to hug him, fog surrounding the bottom half of my body.
I smiled happily as my wings folded behind me, my injured wing was stretched out, so my stitching wouldn't rip.
My tail sways as I smile and reach out for the blonde boy to embrace him into a hug.
My red scales on my face, arms and forehead where my horns are, as well as my wing scales shined in the sunlight.
My hair blowing in the wind revealing my roots.
I stood there and waited to see if he'd allow me to hug him, as the smoke slowly started to disappear from around my waist and legs, revealing scales on my legs.
(The picture helps explain what I'm meaning by the descriptions of the smoke, and scales, and hugging/smiling😅)

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