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𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.
The flutter of wings whispered over the room, Kalim’s giggles a light addition to the sunlit setup. He was helping you groom your feathers, your wings stretched out behind you.
“They’re so soft,” he marvelled, fingers running through one of their freshly preened wings; the other still hadn’t been plucked just yet. They smiled back at Kalim, agreeing wordlessly as he let his fingertips explore the soft white feathers.
“Mind helping me with the other?” They asked, and kalim lit up.
“Not at all!”
Scooting over to have a better reach, Kalim began weeding through their other wing, helping gently pull out old feathers and debris. They all spiralled gracefully to their deaths at his knees, the floor beginning to look as if someone had torn open an expensive throw pillow and danced around with it. He took such care in helping them with their wings. The seriousness in the way his tongue stuck out while he worked melted their heart.
“You’re doing great,” they encouraged, earning a beaming smile from Kalim. “I should track you down for this more often.”
“I’d definitely want to help you again! It’s fun, helping you with something so important,” Kalim explained, aligning a particularly ruffled arrangement of feathers as he pulled out the last old one with ease.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I need an extra set of hands.”
𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.