Yosuke grins and shrugs. Hey, how often does a guy get to pet an eagle? It's important to strike while the iron is hot, right?

He reaches out and runs a palm over the extended wing, gentle and curious. The feathers aren't all the same texture, he realizes. Some are quite soft, but the ones at the tips are firm and precise. Aerodynamics at work. Cool.

"If I knew this was a choice, I would've definitely picked it instead."

There's a dreamy expression on his face, wistful. Oh, to be able to fly away.