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Penelope watched cautiously as the Harpy sat unblinking in front of her, tilting his head to the side in which she could only describe as puppy-like than anything predatory—
he looked curious, even.
‘Maybe he really is just curious!’ she thought to herself, ‘I mean, he's been such an adorable little bird since coming here ...’ she thought, pursing her lips.
But she didn't let her judgement sway her as she continued to stare equally as unblinkingly, her hands tapping behind her back anxiously in anticipation.
‘Is he challenging me for the position of best winged being in the workplace?’ came the thought, ‘oh he better not be!’
Clyde stepped forward, after the silence became too loud between the two, hands already reaching to carefully drag his friend away. "Alright Buddy I think you've proven your point," he said quietly, aware of the eyes that stared at their interaction.
Specifically the piercing eyes of Emily Prentiss, and Elle Greenaway, who were watching more than aware from the bullpen on what was happening.
"You can stop staring at Garcia now and continue talking to Heidi!" he tried to persuade, but only sighed when the Harpy stood stiff, unmoving. Still sat firmly in his place on top the conference table with files scattered around him.
Which was ... a comical sight.
"Rei—" he tried to speak up again, only to be interrupted by his friend's wings being unfolded and puffed, causing him to stumble back.
He laughed a little as he heard a quiet ‘sorry..’ from the bird, choosing to brush it off lightheartedly. Only replying once he got up with the help of Morgan.
"It's alright mate." he said quietly, ridding his hands from the nasty dust of the musty floor of the bullpen as he dragged his palms on the side of his pants.
And Penelope watched, a smile dancing on her face in amusement.
‘Awh he's such a gentleman!!’ she thought, but her attention was quickly, and easily, pulled away when a determined huff came from the harpy in front of her.
Spencer mumbled under his breath, puffing his chest just lightly when she turned towards him. His wings raising limply, not menacingly, which was surprising.
“Wings." he declared.
Oh, that caught her attention.
"Wings?" She echoed confused, but let her wings present nonetheless— her wings were a fade of white to pink, feathers long and carefully taken care of.
She had the most pristine wing condition out of anyone on the team, much to Morgan's delight. Word around the office even considered her wings to be the most high quality in the bureau.
Probably because she didn't fly much.
Spencer nodded, puffing his wings again, looking expectingly. His wings were pretty, she's got to admit; Yellow, with aged blue feathers in the interior that seamed to sparkle under the right light.
Unsurprisingly, most of his feathers were wet at the tips, which tied in well with his outfit for some reason.
"What about my wings?" she finally asked, after a moment of checking out his wing patterns, which made her feel a bit emberassed but he looked so proud when she did, and how can she deny that?
She did nothing but smile as he pointed at himself, before he whispered, "Me too." in a quiet child-like wonder that someone that has lived since olympus probably shouldn't be capable of, yet he was.
Penelope giggled a little at that.
"We're wing buddies!" she jokingly exclaimed, and she heard Spencer hum confused but she recieved an enthusiastic nod in return.
“Wing buddies." he echoed happily, his wings flapping softly.