Read Part 12 here, or from the beginning, here.
"Wait, did you just call me ladder-boy?" Oscar looked at Kath quizzically. "You can't just go around calling people an inclined set of rungs or steps whenever you feel like it."
Kath grinned to herself.
"Look, I just think you're rather vertical, and a ladder was the first thing that popped into mind. Anyway. You never answered the question. Feathers or scales?"
"You're weird" Oscar turned round to face Kath, walking backwards into the night. His smile was illuminated by the street lamps.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing" Kath noted the laces of Oscars shoes were striped. She wondered if the shoes had come with them, or if Oscar had in fact purposely gone out of his way to attain striped shoelaces and put them on his pair of fairly battered Converse. Either way. She appreciated that fact about him. Striped shoelaces were good in her opinion.
There were a few minutes of silence, with nothing but the sounds of their shoes on the pavement and the passing of the occasional car to fill it. Kath noted how it wasn't uncomfortable, though.
"I'd choose feathers." Oscar eventually came out with.
"Wrong answer". Kath stopped. "Feathers achieve nothing. You don't get to fly with them. You have the same exact bone density as you do now. You're the same person, just with feathers or scales."
"I'd still choose feathers..." Oscar stopped walking backwards, put his hands in his pockets and increased his pace ever so slightly.
Part 14
