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[Honestly]

[Yes, he snuck in. The Wylan arrival was stressful. He is here for CUDDLES and he knows how to sneak in quietly and not jostle her.]

[So have cuddles, birb.]

[ CUDDLES FOR BIRB. She loves waking up to cuddles, and those groggy grumbles soon give way to an equally groggy purr, once his presence registers with her.

She blinks her eyes open, squinting.

Squinting more because she's not wearing her glasses right now, obviously. ]

[He nuzzles her shoulder, pulling her closer.] Clothes were left in front of the doorway for Wylan. As well as snacks.

You should be resting.

[ mmnnrrrr snuggles in closer, burying her face against him. whatever he's wearing. if he's wearing anything, because turtle. ]

Thanks, Beloved. [ it's a sleep-soft mumble. ] Snuggling with you's resting.

How long've I been out?

[He's got a hoody on. Comfort and softness.]

Four hours.

[He lightly runs his fingers through her hair.]

Not bad for a nap.

[ Oooh, that's cheating. She makes an appreciative little sound, a cosy chirrupy trill, her eyes fluttering shut. ]

M'head feels a lot better.

[He lightly scratches between her shoulders, giving her neck clearance.]

Good. You can rest more if you need. I have alarms set up.

Mm, no, m'good. [ She stretches her leggies out, and then her wings, and then - oh.

oh, now that's cheating. A shiver runs through her wings. ]

Can you ... a little harder?

[Hard scratches are a good.]

Do you want a full scratch down?

[He knows his scales have been getting dryer. The Mass Itching is coming.]

[ She's already like halfway through her moult. It is the worst. ]

God, yes please.

Do you want to lay down on your front?

[ Yes. Yes, she does, and she wiggles to do so right now immediately, deftly maneuvering her wings to avoid hitting him in the face with one of them along the way. Her sleep shirt is backless except for a few straps, so he's got plenty of access. ]

Thank yoooooouuuuu.

Of course. Tell me if something feels weird.

[TIME FOR THE DEEPEST SCRATCHES. Complete with robot hands, get it all.]

Mm'course.

[ If Donnie hadn't already taken down the sign and closed her door fully, Korone will just. Use a tiny bit of telekinesis to do just that. Because oh god the scratches oh god the scratches. Some of the noises she buries in her pillow are borderline not family friendly ]

Magic hands, oh my god. A little - [ She presses up into some of those scritches, deepening the pressure. ]

[Absolutely deep scratches. He'll even throw in mystic hands. All the hands for the scritches.]

[ The brr is real fast and real strong, and with the brr comes the puddly pigeon purr, and with the purr comes ... okay, yeah, some definitely not family friendly, thankfully muffled, groans of appreciation. ]

F-Fuck. You're perfect. S'perfect.

[And this is why soundproofing is in the walls.]

Hmmm, I hope you'll be sounding like that in...probably two weeks if not sooner.

[ A sharp breath in, and he can practically see the shiver roll down her spine.

Hear the way her tail feathers rustle beneath her loose fabric shorts.

She turns her head to peek at him, flushed right up to her ears. ]

Planning to have me sing for you, Dokkun?

[He leans down to purr in her ear.] You're going to give me a whole opera.

[ CHIRPS ]

F-Fuck. [ chirpchirpchirpchirpchurrrrrrrrr, her poor dishevelled wings fluffing and fluttering. ] Nest? Or ... mm, I was thinking, it would be fun to take a little swim.

Unfortunately, I think we'd need to kick people out for the swim and we need to let Wylan rest.

[Scratch scratch scratch as he sits up.] If you mean when the time comes, once we've chased the others out, then we can swim and nest.

W-What? Oh. Yeah, no, not - not now. I meant then. Later.

[ She watches him sit up, curious through how flustered she feels, shuffling herself up onto her elbows some. Even that much is hard to manage when she's so thoroughly melty and the scritches keep coming ]

You better not be thinking of stopping ...

Absolutely not, I'm just not trying to be utterly cruel in my flirtations.

[She's definitely getting all the scritches still.]

Ah. [ What was supposed to be a sound of agreement turns into more of a moan when he hits some good spots, her wings shuddering and flaring. She drops her head back down to the pillow, biting her lip, but otherwise stays up on her elbows. ]

Say, Dokkun ... [ She wets her lips.

Commits. ]

Could you do my tail as well?

[ How's that for a flirt, ]

[CHIRP]

...yes.

I'm going to preen the heck out of it.

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