[Julien lands some ways away so the backdraft of his wings doesn't cause trouble, and moves in on foot. He's muddy and spiky-feathered with seawater, not entirely white anymore. He's tired, more tired than he's ever got in this body before, but it still has reserves left.
...somehow, he's harder to notice looking like this, in these conditions. Someone's just got a wet fluffy towel over there oh wait.]
Like old times? I can't do some things as well anymore, but I can try.
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...somehow, he's harder to notice looking like this, in these conditions. Someone's just got a wet fluffy towel over there oh wait.]
Like old times? I can't do some things as well anymore, but I can try.