[Briefly, he shuts her eyes and strokes her hair, content with the moment. Sure, she's got wing arms, but he can help her through that. And she shouldn't ever feel ugly.
He still strokes his hair, but he opens his eyes and glances down at her hair - what he can see, at least.]
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He still strokes his hair, but he opens his eyes and glances down at her hair - what he can see, at least.]
You know you're not a duckling, right?