It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Jun-Aaron listened as the kid went into a little more detail with his power. It was still not coming off as something that the kid was super proud of or had passion about, but at least it was some more information. By the way that Quinn was describing it, it sort of sounded like a dragon, or at least how dragons did it. Even Quinn himself said like dragons, but Jun bet it was a bit harder for him to do it then how dragons made it look so easy. Of course dragons were not real but based on lore and stories of them, Jun got what he was getting at.

"So I should make sure to keep my wings away from you if you are ever sick and start coughing." Jun Aaron teased a little. It would suck to have to deal with his wings catching on fire, but they would grow back and repair themselves. They always did; no matter how painful the process was for Jun Aaron to deal with. "At any rate, would you be willing to show me your power sometime?" Jun Aaron asked, because it sounded absolutely awesome. He was already thinking of an outfit that would work great with the power...or more so look great. Jun Aaron then listened as the boy made it a bit clearer that he did actually enjoy photography.

Alright, so it was more so that the boy just didn't show his passion very well by the way he spoke or acted. That was understandable with the whole 'not begin a very people person' info that Jun had. "I see, would you think that you have a natural gift for it or is it something you work hard at?" Jun Aaron asked as she was already looking through the photos. The kid was pretty good, certainly had a talent for it but he still wanted to hear what the kid thought of himself. He didn't even flinch as Quinn worked on his wing, only glancing to see how Quinn was doing, and it looked liek the boy was playing it safe so he was not really worried.

[Quinn Wiley]

To compare Quinn to a dragon was about as common as people must have compared Jun-Aaron to an angel. And Asian angel but he had the wings, it was what mattered the most for this comparison. Of course, angels were as real as dragons. But in a school full of mutants doing all sorts of impossible things, who could say what was real anymore?

“Yeah. I don’t just blow fire every time I cough but yeah,” he replied to the older boy. He took no offense in Jun preferring to stay away when he was sick and coughing. He could argue he wouldn’t blow fire just anytime he would cough but he knew it happened in the past. Not when he had a cold and Quinn kept his fingers crossed that it would never but smoke once had him blow fire so who knows. Since he had no idea there was a way for his wings to grow back, Quinn figured that burning them would make him incapable of flying anymore.

He was surprised when Jun asked for him to show his power some time. At the same time, Quinn wondered why he should be so surprised, it was kind of the typical response he had. A dragon, it sort of impressed and Jun would not be the first to ask what he could do. But, somehow, he thought of that annoying girl called Erin who liked to think she was his friend. He didn't show it to her. The only ones who saw it, they did because they walked on him doing it or he had to use it for some reason. Somehow, it didn't feel totally fair for him to show this random guy he only knew the name of before showing someone who claimed they were friends. Even if he saw Jun’s ability. Come to think of it, he ‘saw’ Erin’s. Yeah... “I guess,” he still replied though. He doubted they’d meet again for that to happen. “I don’t think I can make that much fire now,” he added, to excuse himself for not doing it right now.

What was with him and his questions? Quinn was already stuck here to clean his wings while he looked through his pictures, it was not like he’ll walk away if they remained silent. In fact, he’d prefer if they did or if the only questions he had were regarding the pictures he took. “I don’t know. Both, I’d say,” he answered. He never really thought about it. “You ask a lot of questions.” It was not really a reproach as much as it was a statement. It could become something Quinn would held against the guy but for now he only pointed out that he loved to talk.

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Yes, Jun-Aaron had been compared to that of an angel a few times and he personally thought it made perfect sense. After all, with how the beings were describe they were supposed to be tall, beautiful, and looked like they could be male or female. Some movies stuck to that look while others seemed to think making them all look like rugged old men was a good idea. How very foolish, but Jun Aaron was a model, not an actor so perhaps he needed to give that field a try if mutants ever became okay in the public knowledge he would be perfect for angel roles.

"Got it, I was making more of a joke but I see that it didn't get the effect I intended." Jun Aaron said as he chuckled a little. He was not a master of jokes or this kid clearly was not the kind of person that you could really joke around with and have a good laugh. Both cases were believable but they didn't really matter and the conversation was moving along. Well not moving along with great speed or anything, but there were at least some words coming every now and then so it was still progress. He wanted to see the kid’s power, but he didn't seem all too keen to show it off.

If Jun knew the reason he would have been a bit more understanding but for now he just felt like something was up. Somewhere someone by the name the name of Erin was sneezing and feeling slightly special but also like something was up. "That is alright, some other time." Jun Aaron said, giving more of a false smile this time since he did still feel like something was up but he was not going to force the kid to show him anything. Anyways, the kid didn't seem all too keen on all the questions, uncertain how to answer them and even spoke of how Jun-Aaron asked a lot of questions. "Sorry, just trying to gauge your passion and understanding for it is all. I'm a model so I meet a lot of photographers and also do it a bit myself. So I was just seeing if you had what it took to make it into the big leagues." Jun Aaron said.

He then pulled his wing back from the boy as he held out the camera to give it back to him. He had quickly gone through a lot of the photos and the boy did have a talented eye. The main problem was Jun Aaron was still not sure the kid had the heart for it. Perhaps it was mostly because that Quinn was not the most social kind of person that it was hard to see how much he cared about his work. "You are pretty good." Jun informed him at any rate.

[Quinn Wiley]

Even if Quinn understood where the dragon reference came from, he didn’t think he was anything like a dragon. Dragons were big and majestic with fiery temper whereas Quinn was more a force that refused to move. And he failed to see anything regal about himself. No, he was not a dragon. This guy, with his perfect complexion and almost androgynous features looked a lot more like the creature he must be compared to. He probably would make a better dragon than he was too.

Quinn blinked when Jun said it was more like a joke. Oh. Yeah, that made sense that one would say that to joke. Quinn took it more seriously though and answered, thus making it not funny at all. “I’m... not really good with jokes,” he admitted. Was it surprising? Oh, he had a sense of humour and could laugh to a comedy like everyone else. But this kind of jokes, he tended not to realise it was not serious. This just made him look even more like a mood-downer, as if he needed that. Although Jun didn’t seem too disappointed on that. Quinn could at least tell himself that he did not totally ruin everything.

Quinn only nodded to Jun when he agreed without nagging him for an explanation. He didn't point out that Quinn just saw what he was capable of either. Truth be told, he doubted he’d ever meet that guy again. If they did, he bet Jun would know him only as the ‘dragon guy with the camera’. How else could one think of him as? Would he show Erin what he could do? She had been willing to see that since the first time they met but he was not sure. He didn’t think it looked that great. Well, the fire did, sure, but to him, it really was just like throwing up of something. Plus he would have to bring something like a jacket or a blanket afterwards in case his temperature dropped too much. Lots of things to think about. Almost to the point he forgot the conversation he had with Jun.

He didn’t seem to care that he was asking a lot of questions or that Quinn pointed it out. “I was not complaining. Just... pointing a fact,” Quinn told him when he apologized. But he still justified his questions to him. A model. Yes, he could definitely be a model. He figured models needed interesting features but also the ability to change at will. Yes, he could see that guy doing that. Maybe not like the underwear ads or anything, because he always felt like the men in those had to be super muscular but who knows. It was not like Quinn could see under his shirt. Or wanted to.

Quinn didn’t want to ask him but the question was burning his lips. Did he have what it took for the big leagues? Wouldn’t that be awesome? “I’m still trying to determine my style,” he admitted before Jun said anything that might crush him. He wasn’t taking critic so well, not on this when it mattered a lot to him. He startled slightly as he pulled his wing away and darted big blue eyes at him. Without a word, he slowly reclaimed his camera. He looked down at it when Jun said he was good. More, pretty good. Could he? He looked back at the boy before he could tell him “Thank you.”

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

"It's alright. I have been told I'm not very good at telling them." Jun Aaron admitted as he chuckled a little at that. He tried but it was always a hit or miss when it came to the jokes he told and it also depended on who he was telling them to. Sometimes he was spot on and could get a good group laughing at something he said. Other times something was too corny or he didn't tell it the right way and people even laughed because of the fail or looked at him and told him to work at it. He was fine with it either way because if everyone was funny then comedians would be out of a job; that was apparently pretty hard to get into.

Jun Aaron actually did want to meet this kid again, unable to just pass up someone who he could potentially end up seeing in his career. The kid was young, but he could not have been too far away from being able to get into the industry. Plus it paid to be nice to people who took photos, especially since Jun liked to be in front of said cameras. The kid did have a talent, that was clear to see but his personality could use some work. Granted there were in a few in the industry who needs completely new personalities so it was not going to be the completely hold up. He figured that the boy had to have some reasons for coming off a little cold, but he was not going to push this time around.

"I see, but if I do ask something to personal or you don't want to talk about it just say so. I promise I won't cry for you telling me you don't want to talk about your childhood or something." Jun Aaron assured him as he held out his pinkie. It was a habit every time he said the word promise or more so every-time he was making a promise to someone. The reveal of the kid saying that he was still trying to find his style also helped Jun form an opinion about the kids work and he figured he probably should gave him a bit more then 'you're pretty good'. He opened his mouth to say more to the kid was thanking him and he could not help but to chuckle a little. "No need to thank me, just calling it like I see you. You have a natural gift to be able to frame a scene from real life the right way, but I'm no photographer so my opinion might not have much weight." Jun said as he still chuckled a little.

"You could get a few shots of me and I could send them to one of my employers and he can give you some actual feedback, if you like." Jun offered. What better way to help the kid then to send photos right to an actual professional photographer?

[Quinn Wiley]

Maybe it was that, maybe he was not very good at telling jokes. Or Quinn was just not the right audience. Or both. Probably both, even if Quinn was ready to say it was more his fault than Jun’s. But the guy was ready to drop the matter and take most of the blame for it so Quinn saw no reason to argue. For once, it was not all of his fault and he was not going to give him a chance to change his mind about that.

Quinn didn’t think he had the kind of personality that was very memorable and he was relatively fine with that. He wanted to be known of course. He didn't want to think he could disappear and no one would remember who he was. But he didn't like being in the spotlight. He was not comfortable when that happened. It was why he loved the camera. It was like a shield he could hide behind of. Still, he didn't think he’d ever be good enough for people to know his name through his photographs. How could he, when he kept seeing the darker side of things? He wished for that to happen though. Maybe not everyone. Well, yes, everyone. That would be the ultimate, never-to-achieve goal. But if he could just get a few people in the field to know his name, that would already be something.

Jun was strange. He was even apologizing for something Quinn said was fine and seemed to try and make him at ease. “If I’m not comfortable about something, you’ll notice,” he assured him. But would he? He was not exactly exuberant so it might be hard to see, even if Quinn himself thought it was pretty obvious. “I don’t like talking of my childhood,” he said though to warn Jun, just in case the boy could not tell when Quinn was not comfortable discussing something.

“But you worked with some,” Quinn pointed out when he tried to minimize his opinion. Professional photographers even. He had to know about them, how they acted, how things were going during a real photoshoot and all this. His opinion had more weight than that of a selfie-addict. He was shocked when Jun offered for him to take pictures of him and send them to guys he knew in the business. Could it really be that simple? Quinn sensed a trap somewhere. It was just too good to be happening. To others maybe but not to him. “Well... I’ll be taking pictures of the fashion show...” he said. But he still could not believe it.

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Jun Aaron personally thought that Quinn was an interesting by. Certainly like the kid of boy that was not very social, didn't trust people, and preferred to keep to himself. Nothing was wrong with it so long as he was able to switch that mode off at times in order to be able to deal with people. Everyone needed at least one good friend and it would be hard to make any if you were cold to every person you met. Still, there was something about the kid that showed that there was a little more to the kid and that you probably just had to take the time and work at being his friend before you got to see that other side of him.

That was Jun's guess but he honestly didn't know and was best at figured people out in situations outside of this one. "I wonder if I would." Jun Aaron said, but it was more so to himself in response to Quinn saying he would notice. The kid did not really show him much in the ways of emotions so Aaron was not so sure if he would notice if the kid was uncomfortable about something or not. Thankfully he did point out a topic he did not like to talk about and Jun made sure to note it to the face in case he did see the boy again. He hoped he did.

"Locked in my memory." Jun Aaron said in response to the childhood complement, motioning as if locking a key to his head. Quinn did point out something that was very valid, that Jun had worked with them. This was very true and he was starting to work on being a photographer as well, so perhaps his opinion did have some weight. Ego stroking. "Fact, which means that you should feel pretty good about your talent." Jun Aaron said, a bit of his pride leaking out into his voice. He offered his help and he could tell the kid looked a bit uneasy; then again the kid looked uneasy about everything overall, but still.

"Oh, perfect. Give me a couple of your shots from that event and I'll send them end. The offer to take photos of me is also there." Jun Aaron responded after Quinn informed him he would be taking photos at the fashion show. Jun-Aaron Starr was so going to be there.

[Quinn Wiley]

It was hard for Quinn to trust people. A psychotherapist might say it was because he dealt with too many rejections at an age it was very important for a child to have someone to rely on so he could learn trust and love. That sort of bullshit. Quinn was no psychotherapist and he trusted them even less so he was not going to believe anything they said, even when it was not that far from the truth. He didn’t like talking with people, socializing with them. He never felt like he belonged when he did and any comment on their part to prove him otherwise only sounded like pity to him. And pity was worse than everything else.

He heard Jun doubt he might be able to tell if Quinn was not comfortable. Maybe not. He naturally clammed up so it might not be that easy to tell when he clammed up even more because he was not comfortable. But he would sense it, no doubt. Quinn hated being forced into doing or saying things he didn’t want to or was not ready to. He couldn’t care less if the person did it thinking the best for him, it was not to please him and if there was one thing Quinn was good at, other than photography, it was to stand his ground and refuse to go anywhere. He was not one you could easily move. He felt like maybe he should warn Jun, since he acted as though he was taking an interest on him. Oh no. He didn’t think he was gay too, right? Everyone seemed to think he was gay. It was not even funny.

He dared not ask him though. He might get the wrong idea then. And enough people got the wrong idea like that. He looked down at his camera instead as Jun said he should appreciate his compliment about his talent even more. “Yeah...” he let out. But that was something easier said than done with him. Jun was still interested in showing Quinn’s work to professionals. He could hardly believe it and part of him wondered why he wanted to help him out so much. It was not like he’ll be extra nice to him for that, in case it was his endgame. “You will take part in it? I mean, you said you were a model...” But he might also think the fact he did it professionally made him too good for a school fashion show. If he was there, Quinn would definitely take pictures of him, since he’d take pictures of everyone.

He looked down again, thinking of the few ideas he had for it. He had not told Erika just yet. He was not good at going after people to share his opinion, or anything, after all. “I was thinking about being backstage and take pictures of the show as we prepare. Nothing dirty, more like the hair and makeup and all that. I heard it was something that was done a lot.” he looked once again at Jun. Since he did that, he should know if that was true or not, no?

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Jun-Aaron Starr was straight; mostly, so Quinn didn't have to worry about Jun-Aaron taking an interest in him that way. There was also the fact that he highly doubted the kid was interested in him in that kind of way, so there was nothing to worry about. The kid didn't really give off that 'gay' vibe and in his line of work he felt pretty confident about being able to tell someone’s sexuality. This kid was probably super straight but likely didn't have a girlfriend because he didn't want one or his demeanor possibly had a way of scaring them off. Jun Aaron didn't know for sure and he was not here to talk about relationship anyways; thus his thoughts were on photography and modeling.

Quinn gave a 'yeah', but Jun knew it was not going to be so simple for the guy and that just meant he had to build up his confidence. Jun could remember a time when he had no confidence in himself; and now sometimes he felt like he had too much, but that was where he felt he would be good for helping build it in others. So long as it suit his needs in some way because while he was nice he didn't just do things without an actual reason besides 'I felt like being nice'. "I might. I don't know if I will actually model anything, but I will certainly go there to check it out to see if the girl hosting it has any talent." Jun Aaron responded.

He could not help but to mentally chuckle to himself as thought it was amusing he came off as some kind of talent scout. Jun would likely offer up his services but would mostly take a back seat so he would not outshine everyone when the event was supposed to be for fun. Jun listened as Quinn spoke of the idea he had in mind, which had Jun Aaron nodding and not seeing anything creepy about it. He actually chuckled at the fact that Quinn spoke up about how he was not doing it to be creepy. "There are literally photographers at every step of the way for fashion shows.” Jun said, stretching out his wings a little behind him.

“Fashion is not just all about the clothing, but also the hair and makeup so it would be perfect for you to capture those kinds of photos as well." Jun added after having a good wing stretch. He tucked them in a little again so they would not be bothering him but so long as they were out he was going to feel the need to take to the skies. He would soon, after he was done talking, and making sure this kid did in fact go through with his plans to take photos and give Jun them after.

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn couldn’t help but to wonder. He had been asked by just too many people if he was gay, or had it implied, that he now suspected anyone talking to him to think he may be. He didn’t get why people believed that. Sure, he didn’t have a girlfriend, but was that really enough to make someone gay? He liked girls, that much was clear to him. He was repelled by guys touching him in too intimate a way, or just the thought of doing that. He wouldn’t say he was homophobic, after all two of his acquaintances were lesbians. He just was not. And was tired of people thinking he was.

As for Jun, how can someone blame him to wonder? They loved so much to say that pretty much everyone in fashion was gay so why shouldn’t he believe that Jun had at least some tendencies of the like? He found it so hard for someone to have an interest in him that he needed a reason for Jun-Aaron to still be here.

Was Erika talented? Now, that was the question, wasn’t it? Quinn had no idea either. “I think she’s studying fashion. But she’s a Bellefonte, so I guess even if she sucked they would have let her do that. But I don’t think she would really suck,” he admitted. It was true that he believed they could have the whole show organized just because she wanted it, no matter how good or bad she was. But he didn’t think she’d be that bad. Maybe not extraordinary, but the girl grew up with fashion in her life. So she should know her stuff at least a little bit.

If Quinn wanted to make it clear it was not to be creepy or take pictures of girls in underwear it was because he knew some would think that. He just thought it might be interesting. The newspaper might like it too. An inside on the fashion show as well as pictures from the actual runway. That sounded perfect. And he thought he could take a picture of each outfit with the models just standing there, so you can see the cut while standing still and then when they’ll walk. He had it all planned. He just wished they would allow him to. It reassured him to hear it was how it happened in real fashion shows. So it wouldn’t be too creepy. He could even use that to explain what he was doing. Perfect.

He stepped away a bit as Jun-Aaron stretched his wings “Can you fold them?” As soon as he said that though, he felt stupid. He had to be able right? Because it would have been known throughout the world if a winged model existed. Other than the Victoria Secrets’ angels that is.

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Jun Aaron might have been a college kid, but he spent very little time around BA, especially when he was busy with his modeling work. Sure he took a different kind of contract in order to best work with his new scheduled but for him modeling still came first. It was his passion and he was never going to stop until he was too old to do it. Which thankfully it would take a long time until he started to look old. Yay, Asian genetics. So he didn't really know too much about the people here at the school or their talents.

So what better way to find out then to observe when there were talents shows or fashion show in this case. Quinn spoke of how he didn't know and how because she was a Bellefonte that it likely didn't matter if she or not. "Ah, thinking the due to her money she will get whatever she wants? I suppose that is true on some levels." Jun Aaron said with a small nod. There were plenty of people who had zero talent and because their parents had money they were somehow to make it into the industry and sell whatever they made. It was a real shame. "We shall see if it’s her money or skills at the fashion show then." Jun Arron said, mostly talking to himself that time.

Jun noticed the kid step back and then the question that had him smiling. He figured that would have been an obvious answer considering Jun's job but it was true he could have been just one of those models who never took their shirt off. "Yes, the way my body ended up changing allowed for the bone structure in my back to be different. I have to large pockets in my back next to my spine that allows me to fully tuck my wings into. You would still see that they were there if I didn't have a shirt on, but I can go one step further and cause my skin to grow over top of the gaps to cover my wings fully." Jun Aaron informed him as he turned around and proceed to turn around.

He then started to tuck on of his wings all the way into his back but didn't cover it with skin because that hurt. While the other win he left out and let it drop a little on the ground. "Go ahead and reach behind the wing that is flat on the ground and you should be able to put your hand right into the pocket. While the other I was just showing you how it works." Jun informed Quinn and wondered if the boy would have it in him to put his hand literally into Jun's back.

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn only had one talent. It was not the fact he could blow fire like a freaking dragon. Or how easily he could make people leave him as they find him creepy. This particular talent seemed to no longer work nowadays. No, it was photography. And he was taking any opportunity to do it. He was not sure yet if he could make a career out of it and if so, in what domain. Photojournalism seemed interesting but he was not sure he wanted to travel to countries in war to snap shots of dying kids. Or take the portrait of a bunch of nannies who volunteered for some good cause. For tourism, it would be nice too, but he tended to prefer people to places. Of course, if he were to take pictures of the most beautiful places in the world, he might change his mind. It was why he was ready to try this fashion show thing. He wanted to see if it was a thing that might interest him. He didn't even need to beg Erika, something he wouldn’t have done. She agreed when he said he could take pictures. It was perfect.

He shrugged as Jun summed up what this whole thing might be about. “She has the means to make a private fashion, at least like this they can get some money too,” he pointed out. But he was not as cynical as his comment suggested. He was pretty sure she had some talent. But her money and name helped putting this in place. One didn’t prevent the other, after all.

Quinn knew what it was like, to have your body change to accommodate your mutation. He had an extra pouch attached to his lungs and apparently a thicker layer of tissue around some organs. Of course, it was nothing apparent. Nothing as big as a modification in the bone structure. He tried to picture two pockets to keep his wings underneath. But... what of the skin? Did it cover the pockets? Did he have to rip it off every time he wanted to extend his wings? He even told him so, that he could grow skin on it. He didn’t say it but his face showed just how painful he believed this must all be.

Quinn watched as he tucked one of his wings back. He then suggested to Quinn to have a look. He had to admit that he was curious but that was something really weird at putting his hand inside someone. ... That actually sounded worse than he wanted it to. He moved around Jun so he could reach his back. He was not sure if he would dare do that but he could at least have a look. “That has to hurt,” he let out. Suddenly, he felt like a whiny kid for complaining over heartburns.

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

There was another shrug for Quinn's response, but like last time he gave some words to go along with that shrug. It was still pretty clear that Quinn was not a people person or one to talk much but at least Jun was getting some things out of him. Perhaps with time and seeing the kid again he would be able to get him talking a bit more. Or perhaps he could give the kid a makeover; makeovers were pretty good at chancing how someone behaved. Perhaps a hair cute or just styling his hair another way could make the guy feel like a whole new person.

Then again he was not sure if Quinn would let him do such a thing, but it was not like Jun always asked for permission. He kept the idea in the back of his mind as he nodded to the kid’s words and understood what he meant. "I'm already looking forward to the fashion show to see if it is the money or the skill, but you are probably right that both still help." Jun Aaron responded as he thought on it for a small moment but it was not really that huge of a concern for him at the moment. As for the way Jun's body had changed, it certainly had been very painful when he came into his power, but he did not see the need to tell the kid every detail of his power.

Still, it was hard to completely hide how painful the event was or how painful it was when he would grow skin to cover his wings and then on top of that having to break through the skin to set them free. He would not complain however; at least he had the ability to put them away. There were other mutants who could not fully hide their mutations and thus would likely be stuck living and working at the school the rest of their lives. While Jun could go out and do what he dreamed since he could blind in with others who were normal. Quinn was hesitant to touch, but was moving a bit closer to at least have a good look. "I've gotten used to the pain for the most part." Jun informed him as he tucked his other wing in.

Even if he did plan to fly off at any moment, it felt weird for just one to be in and the other hanging out as if it was injured or something. "I can say the positive about it is I have a higher tolerance for pain." Jun Aaron said, giving the kid a wink. There was something hinted there, but he was merely just teasing the younger boy to have a little fun. Nothing evil planned or anything like that. "Alright, so you promise me to show me your photos after the little fashion show then?" Jun asked, wanting to make sure they had a deal.

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn let a hand go through his curly hair, unaware that Jun was actually thinking about restyling them. It was best he didn’t know. His hair always naturally curled, it was even worse with water, but he did style them straight sometimes. With lots of products and a flat iron. Not something he’d admit. There was something embarrassing in admitting he owned a flat iron. Girls did, not guys. At least, not the guys who acted as though their look didn’t matter at all.

“I just want to take pictures,” Quinn explained as Jun admitted he was eager for the fashion show as well. It really was the only reason why Quinn would get there. Because he was not the kind to go to an event like that otherwise. He was even surprised Erika agreed for him to be there and take pictures. She didn’t know him, at least he was pretty sure she did not so she wouldn’t know how good, or bad, he was. But she still let him be there. He was not sure what he was supposed to make of this.

Quinn knew he could blend in a crowd of people. He looked exactly as anyone else. He only had to watch out to blow some fire about once a week to live a somewhat normal life. Nothing to complain about, really. That did not stop him from doing so every now and then but being here with some people who had it worse than he did made him complain while also knowing he was not the worst. It was, actually, kind of comforting.

He moved away to avoid being hit by the wing as Jun tucked it in. Jun tried to see the good in his situation, saying he had a higher tolerance to pain now. A little sound came out of Quinn’s lips, something like a ‘uh’ as he said that. He was not sure if it was a positive but at least it meant it was not hurting as much anymore. He didn’t even pay attention at the wink or what it might mean. In fact, he looked at Jun’s face only when the other boy repeated his desire to see Quinn’s pictures. Quinn hesitated a moment, wondering if there was not a way to get out of this without doing so. But Jun already saw what he was doing. Still, it was pros who’d see it after. After a moment, he nodded. He meant to give some pictures to the newspaper after and Erika would have a copy of all of them. It was not like there would be no way for Jun to get his hand on at least one of them. At least now he could choose his favourites.

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

"Well at least you know what you want. Keep a hold of that desire and no matter what anyone's say, don't ever give up." Jun responded to Quinn's simple response. It may have been simple, but it was still a desire, even if he was just possibly speaking about it only terms of why he was going to the little fashion show event. At least he was going and taking pictures, you had to keep at your passion and just not do it because something didn't really interest you. Jun was no master photographer or anything, he had the class, but he certainly would not say that he had the skill at the same level as Quinn.

Photography was not really Jun's passion, it was Quinn's passion, and he hoped the boy stuck through it even when things would most certainly get hard once he really got into the field for classes and started to turn in his work. Everyone was a critic out there and some were just ready to stab someone’s hard work over and over. One just had to be tough, ready for it all, and to never just give in if things didn't work out quite well. He figured he should probably tell the kid all of this, but it was best to save this for the next time they met.

The time when Quinn would show him his photos, Jun would give him more feedback, send them end, and let the boy know what his friend thought of them all. Now he was just waiting for Quinn to give him the affirmative that he was indeed going to hand him over some photos when everything was said and done. Jun gave a small at that as he stepped back a little more away from Quinn. "Then I will see you around soon, Quinn." Jun said as he started to let his wings out of his back. They fully stretched out for a moment, clearly being massive and could easy provide a decent amount of shade. After a test flap, a really good wing stroke and Jun was up into the air and flying off.