[He's hotter than a healthy human would be. Julien is shedding both feathers and hair - 'hair', really. Both are very fine and soft. In both there are little bits of feather sheath, like hard crumbs of various sizes. He winces a little when she brushes against an intact sheath.]
Don't touch those. Please. They've gotta... dry out on their own, I guess. 'S nice, though.
[Julien closes his inner eyelids, looking through them at nothing, and sighs gratefully. In a moment he'll fall asleep sitting upright at his table.]
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Don't touch those. Please. They've gotta... dry out on their own, I guess. 'S nice, though.
[Julien closes his inner eyelids, looking through them at nothing, and sighs gratefully. In a moment he'll fall asleep sitting upright at his table.]