That was the last straw. Q was currently molting so his and Ben's home was essentially the inside of the Queen's pillow. Thankfully Ben was very resolved and understanding when it came to Q's wings and the accidental problems they caused, and so was doing his best to be understanding and hoover every day to clean them up, but he could only take so much. So when he sat down after a long day at work to have a fresh, steaming cup of Assam, and he pulled a feather from his mouth, he flipped, storming into Q's office and holding the wet and now tea stained feather in his fingers. "Can you please control these bloody things! I found it in my tea! This morning I discovered on in my boxers! Which were closed in my drawer, how the fuck do feathers get in there?! Can't we shave the bloody things!"