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It wasn’t because of some condition or injury or even laziness. No. It was because he had sort of lost the fondness for the ground that pretty well all humans had. If he could get away with floating, then he did. Even if he was barely off the ground by centimetres. 

Getting up and kicking off the ground, letting his legs just hang out in the air while he digs through his closet. He even put a stupid amount of effort into staying as air born as possible. Okay, changing up his wardrobe didn’t really count as a lot of effort; but he was still a teen and that kind of shit qualified as effort to him. 

Phasing on pants baggy and long enough to drag on the ground and conceal the fact that his legs weren’t really moving enough; and shoes a few sizes too big, so that the soles would touch the ground even if his feet weren’t touching the bottom of the shoes. It making him look a little taller was a nice bonus too. 

Yawning and tilting his head to wait for the sounds of his folks heading down into the lab, before floating and phasing through his door and into the bathroom. Haphazardly grabbing up a shirt as he goes. It’s probably dirty, smells it, he doesn’t really care though. One nice thing about keeping everything in the exact same spot, is that he didn’t need his eyes open to grab things when he had spent nearly all the night out dealing with ghosts (or didn’t have the time to actually look at what he’s grabbing, for that matter). Like today for example, easily setting up his toothbrush with paste while yawning some more and crossing his legs. The further from the ground he could conveniently get, the better. 

Blinking his eyes open and choking on his toothpaste a little bit at the mirror. Mmm’ kay, maybe his friends had a point when they said he gave the sky so much attention that it was going to get attached to him. 

Blinking and shaking his head to make sure he’s not having one of those exhaustion induced hallucinations. Then just staring a bit dumbfounded at the mirror, he had freaking wings. He is absolutely blaming tiredness and intangibility for why he didn’t notice them sooner, while he tilts his head over the kinda weird sensation of moving one of them up a bit. They’re near solid white but with black tipping to the feathers. Which might make them either ridiculously difficult to hide or way easier to hide. White was a Hell of a lot easier to hide under clothing but practically glowed under light. He was one to know. But hey, at least the wings weren’t literally glowing. That was something. 

Danny squints his eyes and smacks his forehead, “dumbass”, then goes through the motions of making them invisible. Blinking at the mirror when that doesn’t work. “Kay, what the fuck”. Shaking his head and deciding to just ignore that for now. Considering there are a few other things going on, and his parents might have been jinxing him with all their ‘your head’s always in the clouds, Danny’ comments. Seeing as his head is literally in the clouds. Like, very literally. Eyeballing one of the little clouds that seem content to just float around his head. They’re not even physically touching him, so no way invisibility would even work on them. Heck! Were they even a part of him? He’d question if it was just his ice powers doing something weird, if it wasn’t for being able to tell that his Core wasn’t doing anything beyond the regular body/ectoplasm regulation stuff. Plus his eyes weren’t doing the whole glowing blue thing.

Then blinking and leaning forward. Now that he’s thinking about it, while his eyes were his regular blue, it looked like the clouds weren’t just sticking to floating around his head. Watching the very tiny puffy white clouds moving across the blue of his irises. Whelp, guess even Jazz got a hit in. Every birthday she’d always sign his birthday cards with ‘for the little brother who’s only got eyes for the sky’ along with some star-related present of course. 

Flaring the ectoplasm in said eyes to turn them green purely to see what would happen. Shaking his head at that, of all things, being normal. Grumbling to himself, “can’t just walk around with my eyes all green”, pausing, “or glowing blue for that matter”. 

Then squinting and realising a slightly bigger problem, the white clouds overlapping his black hair effectively made him look slightly Phantom. And what would even happen with all this in ghost form. Sighing and scrunching his eyes shut while transforming. More than a little thankful, and supremely confused, at his Phantom self just... looking normal.

Him looking over his shoulder at his back, “alright, I know my body honestly makes next to zero sense, but at least I don’t normally magic away mass entirely”. Even with his ghostly tail, the mass didn’t outright disappear, it just... changed from a solid to a gas. Shrugging and transforming back, well at least a wing-ed Phantom wasn’t on his list of issues. Currently. Hopefully. 

Glancing from the freaking wings -okay fine this was kinda cool, if he couldn’t already fly he’d be losing his goddamn mind with excitement- to the shirt he tossed on the counter, see this was a problem. Arguably he could just make them intangible -since that seemed to work for whatever forsaken reason, but invisibility didn’t- but that would just make people wonder how the heck he was even doing the intangibility. 

Sighing and grabbing up the shirt, grumbling as he floats back over to his room, “whelp, guess today’s a tank top kinda day”. Chucking the shirt into the corner of his room, before moving to dig through his closet yet again. 

Thankfully he doesn’t have to fiddle with how the Hell to put a tank top on over wings, instead just making use of intangibility like he normally does with all his clothing these days. Zipping back to the bathroom to fiddle with his hair in the mirror, purely to see how much of the clouds he could get to hide in his hair. Hint, the answer was none. Resulting in some defeated sighing. 

Whelp, nothing for it; he’s got school. Which fine, arguably he could just skip. He rarely stayed all class and slept when he was there usually anyway. But he had never outright skipped an entire freaking day. And while his teachers had all functionally given up on him, just not showing up at all, had to be crossing a line they couldn’t just ignore. Right? 

He probably could get away with it. But he was a paranoid dumbass sometimes. 

Transforming ghost, phasing through the ceiling, and flying invisibly to school. Landing and promptly smacking his forehead while changing back human. “Dumbass. You literally just missed a prime ‘wing flight test’ opportunity. Fucking moron”. 

Shaking his head and staring up at the school sign, very belatedly realising he was also a dumbass by not consulting his friends before flying off to school. Course he only comes to that particular realisation at hearing Sam’s voice right behind him. 

“Danny... what? What the Zone did you do”. 

Danny tilts his head and looks over his shoulder, manoeuvring his right wing out of his line of sight. Ancients that was still a weird feeling. The bone and muscle moving, that decidedly didn’t used to be there. “I have absolutely no idea”, actually turning around and running a hand through his hair, feeling his arm go through a cloud, “also can’t make it all invisible. Can do intangibly though. How the fuck that works, I also have no freaking clue”. 

Sam blinks, “so you just decided to come to school and just do nothing about this?”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah, pretty much”. What else was he supposed to do? 

She facepalms, shakes her head, and walks up, “did you even attempt at figuring out what happened? Also, are there clouds in your eyes?”. 

Danny smirks, “yup”, popping the ‘p’, “and I’m not sure there even is an explanation for growing entirely new limbs in the span of, like, an hour”, gesturing to the clouds circling his head, “also, totally not my ice’s fault”. 

She sighs and yanks on a few of the feathers, which is definitely a weird and new feeling. Twitching the wing away from her when she actually yanks one out, “ow, what was that for?”. Sure, that barely hurt but it was the sentiment. 

She shrugs, “well, least we know you’ve got nerves in them”.

Danny glares a little, “I think I would have noticed a long ass time ago if there was no nerves”. 

“Debatable”. 

Danny rolls his eyes, rolling his shoulders too because now that he knew the things were there it was kinda hard to not notice the weird extra limbs; and the occasional feathers brushing against his skin. Him and Sam turning their heads as Tucker comes over, blinks at him, and pokes the clouds with a snicker. 

“What’s up space cadet. I think your mission to return to Earth failed”. 

Danny flicks his eyes up, catching a glance of one of the clouds. Speaking sarcastically, “oh, so that’s why the forecast is still so cloudy”. Earning snorts from his friends.

Tucker shakes his head and jabs a thumb at the school doors, “well dude, wanna go through the Hell of school anyways? Do the usual and pretend absolutely nothing unusual is going on with you?”.

Danny shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, “yeah, that’s the plan here”, smirking, “meaning I don’t have a plan at all”. Not that he had even tried really making a plan. But not only did his actual plans not usually work out, he also usually did better flying by the seat of his pants. 

Sam makes a face, “if no one notices this, I vote we just give up on even bothering hiding shit”. 

Both boys immediately responding with, “seconded”, before heading in. Though Tucker and Sam absolutely do walk on either side of Danny and in front of each respective wing. Which yeah, probably smarter than just going guns blazing full-frontal wings.

It is a surprise to absolutely no one that Valerie is the first to comment on Danny’s everything and does so pretty well immediately as soon as the trio gets to their lockers. Valerie looking him up and down while shutting her own locker, “what the Zone did your parents do?”. 

Sam snorts at that, looking to Danny, “I like how she blames your parents instead of you”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “why does this have to be my fault?”. Granted, trends point to that probably being the case. His friends clearly agreed with that, based on the mildly judgmental glares. Regardless Danny looks to Valerie, “I have no clue. I also haven’t even bothered really looking into the how or anything really. Besides a mirror, anyway”.

Valerie shakes her head and chuckles, “you are the definition of a mess. You feelin’ fine though?”. 

Danny instantly waving her off, “I’m good, I’m good. Don’t be fretting”. And he really did feel okay. Maybe if he wasn’t still floating, aka defying gravity, then the wings would probably have a weight to them. Logically anyway. Not that his body typically followed logic. Or his half-life. Or his friends. Or anything around him actually. 

All three glare at him suspiciously, which fine, is understandable. He did have a serious habit of hiding injuries and outright lying about being ‘fine’. So he makes an attempt at comedy by smirking and twitching the wings out a little. Which predictably goes wrong and results in him knocking some random kid over. But that does get his friends laughing, and the random kid just flips him off and doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that he was knocked over by a freaking wing. 

Danny turns his head and bangs it on his locker door. While Valerie raises her eyebrows, “wow, this town is waaaaaaay too used to weird shit”.

Tucker pats Danny on the back between the wings, “especially when a Fenton is involved”. At least his friends wouldn’t be weird about his weirdness. 

Sam smirks, “especially especially if it’s Danny of all Fenton’s”. 

Danny rolls his eyes but chuckles as they head to English, “must you mock me so”. Then raising an eyebrow at Valerie, she didn’t even have English this semester.

Valerie rolls her eyes right back at him, “oh there is no way I am not tagging along. Lancer reacting to this is way better than my stupid mandatory health education class”. 

Sam points at her, “you know, ‘mandatory’ kinda implies actually showing up is something you should probably do”. Valerie just shrugs as she, Sam and Tucker sit down near the back. 

The three watching Danny promptly slam his left wing into the stupid bar attaching the chair to the desk. Danny wincing and very dramatically mouthing ‘ow’, before having a serious struggle with getting the wing around/over the bar; pretty well having to get back up just do it successfully. Stupid not being able to use intangibility in public. 

By the time he’s actually managed the task Tucker is wheezing into his desktop, Sam’s covering a smirk with her hand, Valerie actually looks a little pitying, and half the class is staring at him. Danny, like an asshole, makes the very unoriginal comment of, “take a picture, it’ll last longer”. Earning a few single laughs and eye-rolls.

Lancer comes in a few minutes later, glances at Danny, and puts his briefcase on his desk without missing a beat. Asking as he goes about setting up what little he needs to, “Mr. Fenton, do you need to go to the nurse?”.

Valerie mumbles into her hand, “that’s what he’s going to ask? Really?”. 

Danny waves his hand around dismissively, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”. What would the nurse even do?

Lancer glares at him, making Danny seriously wonder just how much glaring he was going to receive today. “I find I don’t believe that. Nurse. Now. I’d say go home, but I also find that I doubt that would actually be helpful”. 

Danny leans back and groans dramatically, mentally noting how super not comfortable hard chair backs are on wing bones, “awwww but what will I do, missing the wonderful words of poetry and a language I already know how to speak?”, putting a hand to his chest, “the absolute horror”. Straightening out and leaning on his elbows, “also, it legit took, like, whole bloody minutes to get into this desk. I don’t really feel like making that kind of effort again”. 

Lancer pinches the bridge of his nose and points at the door, “nurse, please. Mr. Fenton”, before taking attendance. 

Danny rolls his eyes and sighs, getting out of his desk while making as many exaggerated movements as he possibly can. Lancer does thank him very exasperatedly while he floats out of the room, pants slightly noisily dragging on the ground.

Danny smirks to himself and very loudly laughs, “HA!”, when he hears Lancer tell Valerie to go to her class. She sticks out her tongue at Danny while closing the door. 

Danny floats ever so slightly above the little examining table thing in the nurses' office, swinging his legs around and fiddling with the feathers. At least Casper had a decent nurse nowadays, considering how freakishly commonplace injuries were now. Even injuries that were probably extremely alarming. He’s pretty sure most high schools don’t deal with monthly broken bones. Definitely don’t deal with ecto-burns. 

Sending the red-head nurse a friendly wave as she comes in. She very noticeably looks him over quickly before sighing, “is there any point?”. 

Danny chuckles and rubs his neck, “I mean, probably not”. 

She sighs again but motions for him to get off the tank top anyway. Making Danny realise a slight issue. Namely, that he has no idea how to do that, “uh, getting this on was enough of a hassle. Not really looking to do that again”. 

She crosses her arms at him for a beat before sighing yet again and motioning for him to just turn around. He has to very pointed make it look like he is actually turning around like a normal person instead of just spinning in the air. 

It’s more than a little odd feeling some random person proding at the new skin, bones, and feathers. Her moving the limbs around makes him tilt his head, he could actually feel new muscles in his back and even chest. Super weird. Turning back around when she steps back, though eyeballing her hands as she sticks them in between the space between the clouds and his head. 

He doesn’t feel even an ounce of shame at her actually scratching her head like she’s in a bad movie. Regardless, she shakes her head and grabs up one of those triangular eye devices, giving his eyes a good once over. Somehow he doubts Lancer actually noticed the weird cloud eyes thing he’s got going on. 

She steps back and puts her hands on her hips, “well, as far as I can tell, your eyes are just a pigmentation mutation; otherwise they’re fine. The wings seem fully integrated with your body, and don’t seem to be causing any kind of harm. Amputating them would likely be a very bad idea-”.

Danny cuts in at that with a snort, “I think I’ll pass on having anything that can even vaguely qualify as my body parts being chopped off”. Especially with the threat of that actually happening being somewhat commonplace. 

She glares at him, “I think most people would feel that way”, shaking her head and glancing up, probably at the head clouds, “as for the strange weather pattern going around your head, we’re just going to pretend that’s not happening, okay? It’s illogical and impossible”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow and gestures at a wing, “and the rest of this is?”. Earning another glare. So he puts up his hands in surrender, speaking with a cheeky grin, “fine fine. The clouds around my head no longer exist, even if they do”. Though it was nice to know his eyes weren’t messed up. Even if he’d probably notice if his eyesight was damaged without someone having to tell him. 

She sighs and shakes her head, “good. Unless you start experiencing pain or discomfort, just go through your classes”, continuing to speak while Danny smoothly floats to ‘stand’ up, “and when you get home, tell your parents to throw out whatever new invention”. 

Making Danny snort, “I’ll be sure to do that”. Taking the little ‘I’m healthy, the nurse said so’ blue slip from her and heading out. 

Danny absolutely glides back into English with a very smug look, waving the slip around a bit. He also, like an asshole, makes a point of getting back into his desk in the most distracting way possible. His sense of shame is definitively more dead than he is. You can only get covered in goop, forced to eat underwear, and actually get injured by the Box Ghost; so many times before feeling shame becomes functionally next to impossible. 

Lancer looks like he actively wants to die. Which just makes Danny feel and look even smugger. 

Danny walks into the gymnasium with Valerie, who’s poking at the wings, “I seriously can’t believe the nurse just shrugged you off”. 

Danny shrugs, “well what’s she supposed to do? I seriously doubt they taught her wing health or cloud biology in nursing school or whatever”. 

Valerie commenting, “that is not what I meant”, before they part to go into the change rooms. 

Danny grumbles into his gym locker, “the shirt problem just keeps on smacking me in the face”, while flipping off his gym t-shirt; which he obviously can’t wear without intangibility. Well, without destroying the sleeves and looking like one Hell of an idiot. No shame did not equal willing to willingly look like a dumbass without any kind of gain. 

Tying his shoes, gym was basically the only time he wore things that actually fit him now. Tetslaff would verbally murder him otherwise. Which, of course, meant he had to actually be grounded, ugh, for around an hour. Straightening up and brushing off his long gym shorts before dropping his gravity-defying entirely. Resulting in him yelping and falling backwards on his ass, grabbing one of the little benches on reflex. Alright. He was totally right. These things were heavy and were totally off-balancing him. 

Standing up and staggering a little. Okay, fuck it. He’s not going to be floundering around like some dude who just hit puberty and freakishly nearly doubled in height or something. Reactivating his gravity-defying, but just to his wings, and sorta flapping them a bit. He’s also glad he came into the changing room late, because that would have absolutely gotten him some serious mocking. 

Sticking his head out the door and attempting at sneaking over to the group, Valerie rolling her eyes at him all the while. Probably because he’s utterly failing at being stealthy. Based on the staring he’s getting anyway, and the seriously annoyed-looking Tetslaff . 

“Fenton, where’s your gym shirt and what sort of dumb joke are you pulling”.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes hard, “while I have quite the dedication to a good joke, I’m not about to give myself brand new muscles and limbs for a joke. Shirt’s in the locker, can’t wear it”. Danny flashes the blue nurse slip to hopefully make a point that this isn’t him just screwing around. He kinda wishes it was. Especially when she walks off, grabs a very large gym shirt and throws it at him. 

Danny just sighs and pulls it over his head, stuffing the wings -it’s a fucking tight fit- inside and pressed again his back. Valerie bends over wheezing in laughter at him, most of the class joining in. 

Danny can hear Tetslaff grumble impressively quietly to herself, “huh, he can actually move them. Well I’ll be damned”. Then looking around to the group and snapping, “alright shut up you lazy maggots”, and glaring till everyone does. Even if a few keep eyeballing Danny and snickering. “Today we’re doing laps outside to warm up and soccer. No you will not be picking your own teams, so don’t even bother wasting my time by asking”. Everyone immediately groaning but following her out the gym doors to the slightly soggy field. The squishy ground just really makes Danny want to be floating. Which of course just brings the feeling of actually walking being weird and off and foreign to the front of his mind. Making it a little harder to not be floating. Meaning he has to actually focus on intentionally not floating. 

Kwan glances to him and mumbles, “that looks goddamn uncomfortable”, before jerking up his hand and making a suggestion that Danny’s not sure if it’s a blessing or downright mean, “maybe Fenton should make use of his weirdness and fly the course”, jabbing a thumb downwards to gestures to Danny’s decently muscular legs -which Danny is forever thankful people pass off as being because of having two extremely athletic friends and his hunter parents- before continuing, “‘s not like Fenton actually needs to practice running”. 

When Tetslaff tilts her head, looking to actually be considering this, Valerie looks to Danny and snickers, “you poor bastard”. Though Danny would rather fly/float rather than run. By a long shot. And yeah, the shirt is not comfortable. Pressing down all the feathers and they’d probably get sore or something after a while. 

Tetslaff turns to Danny and puts her hands on her hips, “alright boy, ya feel like doing that? Might as well make this class an interesting one. Not like any of you scraps are actually good at running. Most of you anyway”, then giving Valerie and a few others small approving nods. 

Danny grumbles at the ground incoherently. On one hand, jogging with the wings stuffed and pinned down like this sounds like it could classify as a form of mild torture. One the other hand, he has no idea how to use these things and he can’t just float and pretend to fly; since he has no idea how to fake flying either. On a third hand (on one wing?), he would much much rather be up in the air and this would arguably be an excuse to go much higher than the centimetres he manages while floating/fake walking around school. On a fourth hand (on the other wing?), there is precisely zero chance of him flying not being literally the most attention-grabbing ‘look at me! I have wings!’ sign he could possibly raise. Like running through the halls screaming and bang pans on the lockers would be less attention-grabbing. Zone, shooting someone with an ecto-beam would be less noticeable. 

And lots of attention and grabbing the spotlight doesn’t really bode well for his superheroing. Being socially invisible is vaguely necessary half the time. Though he’s also clearly not hiding the fucking wings. He really should have made a goddamn plan. 

Regardless Danny mentally says fuck it, looks Tetslaff straight in the eyes, and fucking whips off the oversized gym shirt, “face-planting into the ground sounds better than running”. 

Valerie gives him one very unimpressed glare, “Zone you are a moron”. 

“This should not be news to you”. 

“I seriously wish it was”. 

Danny just smirks and rolls his shoulders a little, wings moving with the motion obviously. Also obviously resulting in him drawing pretty much everyone’s attention. 

Tetslaff points at him, “I don’t care if you crash or not, if it’s not a concussion, you’re not copping out to the nurse”. Danny feels slightly worried when she actually smirks, “and for a little added incentive, the rest of these sorry excuses will chase you”. 

Danny scrunches up his face, “now that’s just mean”. Even if he was rather used to being chased by quite a few of the people here, Valerie for one; and she was usually on a hoverboard! 

Tetslaff grunts, “go whine about it to somebody who cares, angel boy. Now get”. 

Danny just grumbles about already getting a damn ‘nickname’ out of this crap. Then side-eyeing Valerie’s mildly malicious smirk. Danny absolutely intentionally whining pathetically, “I hate you”.

She replies back with a cheeky and friendly sounding, “I hate you too”, before lunging at him. 

Danny easily dodging to the side with a snicker, before booking off on foot. If anyone nags him about that, he’ll say he figured he needed a running start or something. While grumbling, “alright self, guess it’s time to break these things in without literally breaking them... or anything else, preferably”. 

First thing first, return gravity to them and not fall on his ass, least he expects the weight this time; doesn’t stop him from slipping in the wet grass and mud a little though. Comically looking from wing to wing while doing something that resembles stretching them out and doing a little flap. Which fine, super weird feeling. Like, super weird. Jumping probably a little higher than a human really can to avoid Dale attempting to straight-up tackle him, making a damn point to flap a little purely so he can blame the added height on getting some literal wind beneath his wings. All the while chuckling a bit to himself over a couple of folks muttering about how ‘he’s really gonna try it, damn’ very disbelievingly. 

Blinking and then smirking over getting an idea, very intentionally zig-zagging around until someone tries to tackle him again. Surprise surprise, it’s another jock. In fact, it’s a slightly pissy looking Dash of all people. Course he expects the jump up this time and tries grabbing Danny’s shoes with a mean smirk. Danny just smirks right back, sticks a wing out to trip him, lands lightly on the jocks back and rather effectively springs off into the air. 

Flapping very erratically and awkwardly, but managing to stay in the air for a little bit before crashing back into the ground. Danny’s just impressed with himself that he didn’t crash instantaneously. While Dash spins around and shouts, “did you seriously just use my back as leverage?!?”. Danny gives a few very cocky rapid nods with a wide grin. Making Dash practically snarl in rage at him before lunging. 

Danny just side steps, letting one of the geeks attempting to sneak up on him barrel into Dash. While also making a damn point to keep the wings from getting muddy. Somehow he doubts muddy feathers equals easy flying and using freaking wings was a shit ton different from his easy floating. Floating was as easy as just flipping a switch to turn off gravity and pushing or pulling on the particles around him with his own energy to move. Simple. Easy. This wing thing required coordinating two brand new limbs, learning how the heck to move them properly, getting enough air under them, and learning to drive them; while also dealing with actually having to fight against gravity for a change. A normal person wouldn’t be annoyed or bothered by that though. Since said normal people always had to fight gravity just to jump up or climb shit. Those poor bastards.

Danny narrowly avoids Valerie and grabs her shoulder, effectively backflipping over her before trying to flap some more. Arguably doing fucking tricks is not going to help him or make this any easier. But he’s always enjoyed showing off around Val a little. So sue him. It’s also not surprising he lands practically on his head though. Detaching from gravity a little to make the impact suck less, though not enough to noticeably float; before regaining his footing on the ground. Valerie turning around and rolling her eyes at him. 

Tetslaff mumbles to herself, “this is exactly why I requested they be put in this class together. They actually try to impress and actually do well. Instead of being a shame on the entire class with their apathy and laziness”. Danny kinda had a feeling him and Val got stuck together for a reason, and fine, yes he did actually put in more effort with her here. 

Danny sidesteps two of the alternative kids while attempting this flapping thing without some silly trick, actually managing to go a little ways before whacking into a metal pole. Easily seeing a few people cringe and Valerie shakes her head while laughing a little. Danny scrambling up and running some while patting down his left wing to make sure he didn’t just fuck it up. It would be just his luck to break them the very first time he used them. Giving everyone, mainly Valerie though, a little thumbs up to say he’s right as rain. Using the slippery surface of the grass to skid himself around as everyone returns their more genuine effort into catching him now that they know he’s not fucked up. Danny grabbing the same pole he smacked into and using his bare hands to climb up it a little ways. Figuring if he just uses his feet to spring off it and thus be up a little higher, he might actually fly on these wing things for more than a minute. 

Easily hearing one of the geeks that isn’t even attempting to catch him really -which she is definitely getting glared at by Tetslaff for- mumble, “oh that’s smart. Overly reckless, but smart”, then sounding annoyed and bitter, “if this school wasn’t insane there’s no way the teacher would let him do that though”. Making Danny laugh. 

Surprise surprise, Danny’s wet shoes don’t exactly have good grip and he immediately slips as soon as he tries pushing off the pole. He’s not about to face plant again though and just defies gravity enough to get his footing back and be flung out into the air. 

Flapping and actually managing to not wobble in the air too horribly, so he sticks his tongue out at Dale and Dash. Flapping more to actually move forward down the ‘track’, eventually giggling to himself because fuck this was awesome. Defying gravity made the whole ‘actually feeling the air as you floated/flew’ pretty darn optional. Plus, while he could feel through his jumpsuit, that thing was thick. Whereas right now his arms and legs were totally bare. The wind -even if there wasn’t much since he was going barely above default human running speed and wobbling all other the place- felt really cool and nice going through the feathers. Flat out laughing at glancing his eyes up and noticing the clouds around his head actually appeared to speed up or slow down their swirling based on how fast he went. 

Yelping and flapping hard to narrowly avoid Valerie jumping up and nearly snagging him. “Hey! It’s no fair if no one can reach you! Asshole!”. Danny nearly makes himself crash, again, by tipping a wing to lower himself closer to her and bop her on the head with said wing. She flails her hands comically to bat his wing away like an annoying bug, both of them chuckling. Regardless he flaps to stay a little closer to the ground, which isn’t very close considering he needs to be high enough to avoid hitting the ground with the wings. Plus, he’s wobbly as shit, so staying at a consistent height feels kinda impossible right now. Staying in one spot was probably the hardest thing to do with wings, while it was the easiest thing to do with his floating. 

Tetslaff grunts to herself, “well he’s got some hang of it”. Danny dodges another swipe from Dash while she clears her throat and shouts over at him, “make them work for it! Enough just flapping in the air! Actually fly!”. 

Danny is slightly weirded out at being encouraged to use the wings. Amity definitely was too used to weird. He shrugs at his classmates that actually are chasing him. Extending the wings fully and deciding to see just what one serious flap will do. Glancing at them while gliding a little and muttering, “holy shit”, along with a few other people. His wingspan was fucking huge. How the Hell did all this compact down? 

Valerie grumbles, “he can’t be quiet and lowkey about anything, can he”. Danny just smirks before giving a good hard flap and going wide-eyed at pretty much shooting off like a rocket; the clouds around his head spinning so fast they just look like a ring of white. 

Everyone else just stops running and stares off after him, comically cringing at the loud thunk and a tree falling over. 

Pretty well everyone turns to Tetslaff and sticks their hands out to the side disbelievingly. The teacher just shrugs and grunts, “kid’s durable, he’s fine. Get back to running”. When everyone points after Danny she snaps, “no, on the track, you nitwits! You lot clearly need to work those legs more if he can outpace you with limbs he’s had for not even half a day!”. 

Danny’s honestly glad he managed to flip around in the air to land against the tree with the entirety of his back and legs, rather than his face. Pushing himself up off the tree and shaking his head at the roots he ripped out of the ground. Lifting up a wing and shaking off droplets of rain and leaves, geez he could probably take someone’s head off with these things. Figures his ass would have something else about him that’s freaky strong.