AN: Hahaha, that's my first fanfic ever for my Wings AU :D, I seriously don't expect anything from this XD also it might be OOC so, sorry for that. :L
I do not own Big Nate!
Sitting on the bed, Randy is brushing Nate's wings with a comb. Nate is sitting backwards from him, resting his head in his arms. Randy is brushing his wings gently, keeping the feathers from tearing off him.
He knows that Nate at first refused to come to his house, saying that he would be fine on his own. But Randy told him that his father also has wings, so he would help him get informed, especially since Nate simply hid his wings under his T-shirt at school.
What was he thinking back then? They are both endangered species and this clown wore them under his usual T-shirt. At least he got smaller wings than him, but it's good that he noticed them, because what would've happened if the teacher saw them first?
Randy sighs and continues brushing. He feels with his hands that Nate's wings aren't tensed up anymore when they entered his house. Randy's eyes are on Nate's back, he looks apparently relaxed.
"Nate?"
Hearing no answer, he bends to the side to find Nate asleep. He bends back.
Oh, when did he fall asleep?
He sets the comb aside and looks at Nate more closely. Despite the fact that he has his back from him, he has a chance to look at him from a different angle.
He squints his eyes and notices something strange, it looks like... he has barely, almost imperceptible feathers behind his ears and smaller feathers... on his neck?
He only knew that the feathers behind the ears are sensitive to touch. But does he know anything about feathers on the neck? No.
And he was the one who boasted to Nate, that he knew better about taking care of his wings than he did.
Randy curiously decides to move closer to Nate. Once he did, he raised his hand without thinking and gently scratched his neck.
Suddenly he heard a purr.
Randy stopped.
Did I really hear that? He turned his head towards the window. Maybe it was a cat from the outside? But none of his neighbors has a cat, much less his father.
Does it mean that…?
He turns his head to Nate.
That purring... Did he heard that from him?
Randy felt himself blush, but he kept scratching nonetheless.
Nate purred softly in the empty room, both of them breathing calmly.
After all, he sees a completely different person who supposedly hates cats, yet sounds like one himself. Randy rolls his eyes. How Ironic.
Still, he sounded adorable.
But he felt like this was taking too long. He has to stop, because if Nate wakes up, things will get awkward.
He slowly took his hand away from Nate's neck and Nate slowly stopped purring as well. He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He was glad that Nate hadn't woken up.
He moved away and looked at him for a while and began to process what had just happened.
Did I really do that?
Randy sighed, at least he knows now. He took the comb he had previously put down and grabbed Nate's other wing and began brushing it again, gently. As if nothing had happened.