[ Whiiiiiiiiiine and there he goes, rubbing his head into the dirt again until he sees fit to roll over into the tree and get a little...stuck. But some squirming and kicking, and he's back on all fours with an unhappy ruffle of his wings.
Just so he can flop his chin (and the rest of him) down on the ground with the saddest expression ever at the other's feet. ]
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Just so he can flop his chin (and the rest of him) down on the ground with the saddest expression ever at the other's feet. ]
I'm done. [ No more moulting, please. ]