“Um… are you supposed to shed feathers…?” (for @defier-of-fate)
...Welp, this was...A bad time to be seen by a human. A few extra feathers had to be shaken out of his sleeves.
“Uh...” The bird beast held his own arm nervously, the last of the extra feathers finally out of his sleeves. What were his options....? He could probably just flee, if he needed to...
“...I...if I tell you that it’s normal for me, are you going to attack me...?” The feathers that replaced at ear were fluffed up, and in an alert position.
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