2p!usuk wingtalia au w/Rose and Joe

Oliver had had a pretty good day so far. Business was going great in his bakery, but, being the only bright pink building in miles, how could it not be? Checking another order off of his list, he made real sure not to scribble out the pickup time - tomorrow morning. Okay, so... He opened the door of the storage room of his bakery where he would proceed to put this batch of cupcakes, when... Someone screamed.

Oliver really, really desperately tried to keep a hold onto his cupcakes when he heard someone scream and then saw their body fall into the bottom of his fireplace, but alas, he could not. The cupcakes fell, and he picked them right back up - five second rule for him. He'd have to make another batch for the customer, yes, but... At least he had something to snack on now. Once he was done picking up the cupcakes, he took a deep breath. Okay. A man just fell through his fireplace. He went over to this man, looking at him concernedly.

"Oh dear, how did you - parkour? Is your costume alright? Are /you/ alright? Please tell me you're alright, I can - I can get you something, I can get you anything, just - just tell me what you need..." he said very quickly, trying to figure out what he could do for this guy. "Do you need clothes, or, or is that part of the costume? Here, I'll - I'll help you, the wing's stuck, hold on.." he moved behind the other, unhooking this guy's 'wing' from a stray piece of metal left in the fireplace. The bakery was probably past closing time now, anyway. Most likely. Oliver didn't exactly have a clock in this room. He probably should...

Oh. Oh, this guy... These wings... He looked up at the man, or... Bird man, whatever he was, and spoke softly. "Are these... Real?" He didn't know how else to phrase that question, but immediately he went out of the storage room, putting the 'closed' sign on the door of his bakery, and going back into the storage room. Locking the door. "I - don't worry, I'm not - I'm not going to do anything to you. Some people probably would, though," he explained, sitting down on one of the boxes in the room and gesturing for Bird Man to do the same.

"You see, ah, well, you might have seen. You probably know all of this. Maybe." He turned back to the cupcakes, sort of wanting to eat one right now, but... "You saw me drop those cupcakes on the floor earlier, right? Do you still want one? The floor's pretty clean - I could always make more, though, I probably could. You know?" He was just rambling now, mainly, but Oliver always rambled. Always. "Anyway, it's not normal to have wings at all, as far as we, humankind, know, only birds have wings, and so... It's very weird for a human to have wings. And almost threatening to some. At the least, very intriguing."

Oliver honestly felt like he was the one responsible out of all humankind to explain his race to aliens that had come to Earth, really. It was a bit odd, but.. Someone had to do it! He probably would be really good at talking to aliens! "Are you from here, or, like..." he kind of just looked up at the sky, and then he felt dumb for doing that, and just looked back at Bird Man. "Sorry. You're probably just from... Well, I don't know. Um, um, maybe you can tell me some stuff about you??" He smiled brightly, trying to make this as not-awkward as he possibly could. He was trying, at least.

Oliver had to take a deep breath before answering. Alright. If he was an alien or just a general strange creature who knew nothing about humans, wouldn't he be scared, too? He'd be sobbing, probably, much like this guy looked like he was about to. So, he tried to come up with some comforting words, but... That wasn't exactly Oliver's strong suit.

"Oh. I'm sorry - surely it must be scary, frightening even to have me questioning you like this when I just told you most of our kind would hurt you... I'm sorry.." he took another deep breath, before getting off his box and sitting down on the floor across from Bird Man, so that he wasn't higher up than him or anything subtly privileged such as that.

"I'm Oliver, Oliver Jack Kirkland, and I," he smiled lightly, almost giggling a bit before continuing, "clearly don't have wings." Gee, what an inspiring conversation! Not... Come on, Ollie... Say something.. "Ah, I know it sounds scary, but I'm not - not really kidding when I say if people find out your wings are real, they might do anything to hurt you... Humans in general... We... They... They're brutal as a whole, but what we live for is either ourselves or others, we generally don't have an in between. I'm getting too deep, sorry, I - I don't even know what I'm saying. It makes no sense, sorry, I just -" he had to really think about this, say the right things, or else - or else this would be a doomed relationship with Mr. Hot Bird Man from Who Knows Where.

"I.. I can promise you though, that I won't hurt you, and I won't tell anyone you have wings so that you won't get hurt... I can protect you, alright? That - that's my offer, I suppose. Or just help you out, give you some clothes, you - you should really take a shower, too, I have one at home - um, a shower is like a bath, but just water pours on you so you can get clean, I suppose is the best explanation.. But I guess there's no real reason you should tell me about yourself, other than the fact that I could probably understand you better if you did?" He was still trying to smile, and let this guy know that he really was friendly. Man, this was hard. Why couldn't it have been like, E.T.?

Oh, Oliver was trying so hard not to scare this guy off. After all, this was clearly fate! This morning he had joked around at the breakfast table with Arthur about how a customer told their daughter that being gay was a sin in his earshot, and raised his hands to the sky and said, "Hello, yes, God? If being gay isn't a sin send me a boyfriend." And, well, to be quite honest, if a man with wings falling from his fireplace wasn't a sign from God above, then may Oliver be struck down by the same being, because come on! This guy was totally an angel posing as a poor man to test Oliver's generosity!

"That's a great name, Allan! Do you know how you spell it? You speak English, so that's convenient, at least.. " Okay, but Allan definitely looked hungry. "Listen, I - I'm going to offer you cupcakes again, and water, and you can know they're safe because I can eat them. Unless you can't eat them! Um, the ingredients are sugar, flour, eggs, milk.." he listed off every ingredient he could think of, really. He really wouldn't want to kill an angel by feeding him something he couldn't digest! "And water, is, well, water." He got up and quickly came back with the tray of cupcakes, and two glasses and a pitcher of water - to show Allan that the water he was pouring was the same in both glasses - before he ate a cupcake and dipped some water.

"See? It's fine, really, I promise. Unless you're allergic, as in, can't eat any of those ingredients I just listed. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

Oliver looked at him. Oh. Couldn't write or read. Hm. He looked over to his white board with orders written on it, erased it, and wrote several spellings of the name Allan. 'Allan, Allen, Alan, Alen, Alann'. "Okay, these are some spellings, which - which one do you like best?" He said with a smile as he watched Allan enjoy the cupcake. At least he liked it, it seemed. "No problem! Feel free to pour some more water or eat another cupcake, I don't want to eat all of them.." he giggled a bit, knowing fully well that he could definitely eat all of them, but he definitely did not want to. Not in front of his God-sent angel boyfriend.

"Also, whenever you want to, we can also go to my house. Whenever you feel tired, really, we can go. Just tell me when you feel you want to sleep, you know?"

"Oh! Okay, okay, I'll get you home now, it's alright." He boxed up the cupcakes and got his bag before gesturing for Allan to follow him. "Come on, follow me." Oliver led the man to his car, and opened the door for him. "Okay, so, you should probably sit in the back seat so your wings have a bit of room... Please, please put on the seatbelt, see the silver clicky thingy? Put it in the hole in the red thing next to you. Here.." and before Allan could even protest, once Allan sat down, Oliver buckled him up.

"Alright, I'll drive you to my house now, you can sleep in my bed, it's okay."

Oliver bit his lip as he got into his own seat, shut the doors and locked them, and put on his own seat belt, tugging on it a bit to show Allan he was wearing the same exact thing.

"Shh, I promise, it's okay, it's a short ride - not even fifteen minutes to my house, and then you'll have a soft place to sleep and a lot more food, it's okay. Really. I have a seatbelt too, it's alright. Just take a deep breath, it's alright.." he looked at Allan concernedly before backing up the car and getting onto the road, driving a bit faster than he normally would so that Allan could get home faster.

Maybe speeding wasn't the best choice.

Oliver took a deep breath and let it out, pulling over onto the side of the road and parking. "It's fine, I was just going a bit too fast, just, if they ask about your dress or wings, tell them you're going to a costume party, alright?" He then rolled down his window.

Luckily, the cop didn't ask about Allan's get up, and just looked at both of them really weirdly as he gave Oliver a ticket for speeding. 215 dollars. Alright. Whatever. It was Oliver's first ticket, ever, but... Still. It was for good cause, right?

He drove at the speed limit the rest of the way home, and was happy when he got home to unlock the doors and unbuckle Allan's seat belt. "Alright, we're here, everything's... Everything's alright now. Follow me."