[What's Ryou going to ask, it looks serious, but Ryou'd just called his wings fluffy, what's comi--
Oh. Oh, what a sweet request.
They flap a little, shifting and repositioning, as Atem's attention turns to his head-wings. He glances to the side, at one of them, then smiles and closes his eyes.]
Yes, you can.
[And, by way of explanation:]
They're not quite dry! So, it doesn't feel right, if the feathers lie flat.
[The big back ones fluff and flutter, making a thpthp noise.]
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Oh. Oh, what a sweet request.
They flap a little, shifting and repositioning, as Atem's attention turns to his head-wings. He glances to the side, at one of them, then smiles and closes his eyes.]
Yes, you can.
[And, by way of explanation:]
They're not quite dry! So, it doesn't feel right, if the feathers lie flat.
[The big back ones fluff and flutter, making a thpthp noise.]