Inréparable ou réparable ? a TNTduo fanfic

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After a week or two, Quackity checked to make sure the bones were going back to their normal state. Surprise, they were already done being realigned, and looked how they should.

"How are your wings back to how they were before the war already?" The duck man asked. I shrugged, the truth is I know how they were already fixed. I just didn't know how to explain it. "Well I guess since they're already fixed, we could go practice flying."

"That would be wonderful. I miss the feeling of wind rushing through my hair." I grabbed the duck's hand and started dragging him outside to a plains biome.

"Somebody seems excited to fly."

"Yeah, I am. So what?" I asked him, turning to glare at him.

"Do you still remember the basic steps?" The raven-haired man asked me.

"Of course." Saying this, I took off into the sky. The feeling of wind in my wings felt nice, Like this was where I'm meant to be. Quackity flew up towards me and grabbed my hand.

"Querido, I'm surprised you can still fly this well after quite a few years of not being able to." Quackity praised. I smiled, doing a few flips mid-air. I squealed in pure delight. 

"Thank you for fixing my wings, mon cher! This is so fun!" I thanked the other man, continuing to do tricks.

"Your welcome, mi paloma."