What if...?

Flattering Colors

(I know I literally put out the last chapter today, but I'm bored, and my muse is on overdrive.  If this is also shit, kill me, AND WHY AREN'T THE TYPOS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER UPDATING???  Ugh I give up.  But enjoy!  And if I do miss anything, please let me know, most of this is cannon, like the heights, and the fact that Tom is actually buff, Edd is fluffy AF, Tord is trans and has a great ass like holy shit, and Matt is a giant green bean.)

Tord sat down at the table, Tom was asleep finally.  Edd and Matt sat beside him, each holding cups of coffee in their hands. 

"I still don't know if he's like us.", Tord said.

Edd sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Should we tell him?  Or let him figure it out?"

"I think we let him figure it out, if he has wings, it's all good, if he doesn't...", Matt trailed off.

Tord nodded, "I agree with Matt, let him come to us, and then we'll figure out what to do."

~LE TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY ME~

The sunlight peeked through the the crack in the curtains, falling in Tom's closed eyes.  He groaned and opened them, moving his head and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"Ugh, fuck you sun.", he muttered.

Tom shoved himself up, looking at the time, 9:14, the clock read.  Tom groaned and stood, stretching.  He stumbled over to his closet, pulling out a clean sweater and tossing it into the bed.  Soon enough he was dressed again, this time in a black t-shirt, a beanie to hide his bed head, because he was too lazy to style his hair today, and navy ripped jeans. 

Tom trudged down the stairs, flopping down in the couch beside Tord, who had put on Steven Universe.

"Nice choice.", he said.

They watched it for a bit until Edd and Matt walked down to the kitchen, chatting like a pair of teenaged girls.  Tom chuckled at the pair and went back to watching the show, content to do so until breakfast was ready.

"BREAKFAST!", yelled Matt from behind them.

Tom fell off the couch, while Tord almost punched Matt in the nose.  Both Edd and the ginger were laughing their asses off, while both men grumbled and picked themselves up.  Soon enough they had sat down to a meal of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and juice. 

"I have to go clothes shopping, who wants to come?", asked Matt.

Tom spoke up, "I'll come, I have to grab a few things anyways."

"I'll stay.", said Edd.

"Me too.", said Tord.

After Matt and Tom had left, both men unfurled their wings, stretching them.

"God, I thought they'd never leave.", said Edd.

Tord nodded and walked over to the sofa, draping himself over in, his reddish-brown hawk wings spread over the sofa.  Edd took the arm-chair, his own tawny owl-like wings spread also.

"I wish we could tell him, but I don't know how he'd react.", Edd said.

Tord nodded in understanding, "I mean, we could, technically."

Edd rolled his eyes, glaring at the shorter man, who shrugged and turned on the television.

~Timeskip~

Tom took out his new keys and unlocked the door, letting Matt in first, seeing as he was having the most difficulty carrying the large amount of things he insisted he could take.  Tom took the heaviest bag, then all of them as he got fed up with Matt trying to fit through the door.  He set them all on the counter with ease, feeling eyes watching him.

He turned around to see Matt staring at him in awe, "What?"

"You're so strong!", he squealed.

Tom smirked, "Yeah, I work out."

Matt started rambling about how he wanted to work out, Tom listening politely as he rambled, putting away the groceries they had picked up on the way home, along with the clothes.

"Hey Matt, did you get cola?", yelled Edd from the living room.

Matt sighed, "I did!  Don't worry!"

Matt went into the living room, while Tom went upstairs to put away his clothes.

~Meanwhile~

Matt watched Tom go upstairs, sighing in relief as the door to his room closed and locked.  He let free his golden wings, the wide tips spreading as he stretched them.  He reached back to pull a twig from his secondary feathers and retracted them back into his clothing, stretching his back, already missing the beautiful owl limbs.

"Goodness, I had that stuck there all day!", he exclaimed to the two on the couch.

They giggled and made room for him on the sofa, letting silence overtake them as the show continued.

~In Tom's room~

Tom had just finished putting away his things, sighing in relief and laying down on the bed.  Truth be told he hated crowds, there were too many people in one place, he felt trapped.  Tom rolled over into his belly, unfurling his navy blue falcon wings.  He let then cover him like a blanket, deciding to take a mid-day nap to make up for the lost sleep from the drive here.

"Should I tell them?", he asked himself.

He thought about it for a moment, then sighed, "No, they'd make fun of me."

He stood up, looking back at the odd snow-white underside of his wings, no color whatsoever on them.  Tom had been made fun of before for having 'girl' wings because of them, in one school even going so far as to clip them so he couldn't fly for almost a month.

He sighed and closed his eyes, yeah, he's tell them later.

(Update:. The typos fixed themselves :)
Feel free to comment questions, comments (obviously lol), and any mistakes I missed!  PEACE!!  -Aibne)