It would be hard to mistake Sol for a human, as he steps into the room where Legault is. His wings are held folded up at his back, but even that way they are plenty dramatic. They cover his entire back, are whiter than freshly fallen snow, and folded like they are they trail in length to his knees. Still, they are behind him and Sol doesn't spread them. He doesn't care too much about first impressions.
He doesn't expect Legault to try to make a run for it or anything. Most people don't, although that's more instinct than logic. The logic is there, of course, Sol could always follow anywhere. It is convenient that the room is empty other than Legault, because Sol hates having to wipe bystander memories.
Sol's not sure what to make of the man, knowing pretty much only what he needs and having skimmed the rest of the file. His shoulders rise and fall in a laconic shrug that flares his wings a little.
"I'm not here to Judge you." There's an emphasis to the words, but Sol takes his time considering Legault instead of telling him what he is there for.
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He doesn't expect Legault to try to make a run for it or anything. Most people don't, although that's more instinct than logic. The logic is there, of course, Sol could always follow anywhere. It is convenient that the room is empty other than Legault, because Sol hates having to wipe bystander memories.
Sol's not sure what to make of the man, knowing pretty much only what he needs and having skimmed the rest of the file. His shoulders rise and fall in a laconic shrug that flares his wings a little.
"I'm not here to Judge you." There's an emphasis to the words, but Sol takes his time considering Legault instead of telling him what he is there for.