Kevin was lying on his back on the living room floor, desperately trying to scratch his itchy back. Molt was a terrible thing, and he could never reach his back, especially through all the feathers. He didn't hear Cecil come in. ((kovon froo uvu))
When Cecil walked into the living room to find Kevin down there, he smiled, cocking and eyebrow, "Kevin? What are you doing?" He laughed gently- he didn't really know a lot about all of this bird stuff yet.
















