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Nemurune: i would ask if you have a door allergy i should know about but climbing through windows is genuinely so much more fun

[ ... if she can even make it up when she's still recovering from her accidental multi-day coma ]

[ god. she hopes she can. ]

Bootyyyshaker9000: Literally the only doors we had were dad's room and my lab until a few months before snekland. But also the window is a more direct route.

Nemurune: not even bedrooms had them?

Bootyyyshaker9000: We had curtains. We did live in a sewer.

Nemurune: oooh ok yea that makes sense

[ ... and she technically did see that in his heart, right? she just. wasn't sure how 1-to-1 it was with real life ]

[ ok, she's here now, and ]

[ ... ]

[ looks at the wall ]

[ looks at the parcel she's carrying ]

[ at her barely-feathered wings ]

[ ... ]

Dee-kun? Can you help me up?

Bootyyyshaker9000: The subway is an upgrade just for the doors.

[Spidershell appears at the window and will crawl down to pick her up and help her up the wall.]

[ Bless you, spidershell, thank you, spidershell ]

[ flops ungracefully through the window, carefully clutching a fairly large silk-wrapped bundle of something. This time it's black with purple ribbons. ]

Thanks. Moulting is the worst.

Spring time based puberty is terrible.

[He is already rubbing at himself with a rough towel. The shedding is really getting bad now.]

[ Sets the bundle down carefully where there's some free space ]

The birdtile-life short straw ...

[ Her poor, peeling darling ]

Okay, gimme a brush.

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[Hands one over]

[Gonna lay over her legs, plastron up.]

It is the worst.

How are your wings?

[ yeeeeees it is time for DOTING ]

[ just what the doctor ordered ]

[ she gets to brushing as soon as he's settled ]

Let's just say that you are the only reason I'm happy to be conscious right now. [ she makes a face ] They're ugly and itchy and ridiculously sensitive, and preening all of the icky keratin off the pin feathers is a nightmare.

[There is some rumbling trills at the attention and he tilts his head back, hands above his head.] Extend a wing and I can preen them.

[ She actually has to debate that for a hot minute, unsure whether or not she'd be able to stand it. ]

[ Carefully unfurls one of her wings, extending it for him. It is SUCH a mess, with way more pin feathers (some ready for preening, some not) than new plumage; she looks half-plucked. ]

Go for the ones where you can see a bit of feather poking out of the sheath. I accidentally got one too early, and - [ turns out that pin feathers are also known as blood feathers for a reason! ] Anyway. Only do one at a time, please.

All right.

[He has a technician's hands so even with his thick fingers, he is very good at that precise, careful work. It only takes pulling a few test ones before he gets into a rhythm of finding and plucking.]

[Pattern recognition is soothing.]

[ It's simple, rhythmic work — find the feather, gently massage away the sheath to let the new feather unfurl. Korone visibly tenses through the first few, but … gradually, she relaxes into it, enough that her other wing droops down. It's not so bad. Just. Weird, and too sensitive to really be called pleasant, even if it is a relief ]

[ All without pausing in her extra thorough brushie brushie brushing ]

So, hey. Place a bet. Do you think my new tail feathers will be the same length, or longer?

[ 'CUZ THOSE SURE ARE MOULTING TOO ]

And let me know if you've got any other spots you want me to reach. [ wiggles her free hand ]

Longer. [Massaging and plucking feathers.]

You were surprised by the noises, so it seems you're developing more into these traits. A longer tail would help your flying.

Under my thighs and knees get pretty bad. [Can't reach with foot so well, basically have to be curled somewhere to get at them.

You are, unfortunately, probably right. At least pigeons don't have long tails ...

[ Hum. ]

Speaking of growing, though. What about you? Do you have much left?

[ She shifts slightly, without dislodging him or pausing her brushing at all, to see if she can scratch under one of his knees for him ]

You'll probably need to let it out more. Or wear only skirts. Bird tails just don't tuck well.

[He'll curl up his legs so it's easier to reach.]

According to Casey Junior? Roughly around a foot. Other than Mikey, the rest of us still have a few growth spurts.

Though Mikey may have been hindered by excessive mystic power usage.

I can tuck 'em after I pluck 'em. [ SHE'S JOKING. ]

[ dual-wielding peel relief!! scritchy-brushie. she's got good enough co-ordination that it's easy to get a rhythm going with it. ]

[ around a foot, though ]

[ please hold ... picturing ... ]

Oooh. Oh.

I might be in danger.

Choco-chan, no. You'll break your feathers that way. [Gonna scratch the base of her wing.]

[There is also a shake to his words, just the rumbly churr undertone.]

Like them tall then?

That's the p- [ SQUEAKS, both get wing and body jolting at the scritch. She makes a face at him. ] ... Point.

[ The scritches under his knee shift up to hit the other spots he mentioned. ]

Tall just sounds. Fun.

A point? You want to break your feathers?

[A deeper churr, toes curling in the blankets.]

Fun, huh?

My tail's a pain in the butt, Dee. But I'm joking, don't worry. No breaking.

[ Oh. That's a churr, and after all those other times she's heard it before, it's hard not to react to it. She blushes lightly, and determinedly does not squirm or anything. ]

All kinds of fun. I demand to be carried. And picked up. Possibly dangled by an ankle. Maybe yeeted.

Good.

It might not be so overwhelming to touch if it wasn't covered up all the time, you know? My shell has definitely gotten more sensitive since I made my battleshell. [And more since the invasion.]

[Pluck pluck pluck.]

The ankle is new. I could pick you up now.

[ Eugh. An actual hard shudder. ]

Maybe, maybe. I just - ugh, I really don't want anyone even thinking about trying to touch it. [ Her wing shivers, drooping just a little further. ] If it does get longer ... I'll think about it. [ It'd be harder to hide anyway, like he said. ]

You can, yeah, and trust me, I like that a lot too. I like you just the way you are. There's just. Something.

About the thought of tall, too. 'specially that tall. You'd be, what, maybe around 6'3?

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