"S-stop...!" He brushes her away without force behind it, instead taking the moment of contact to run his fingers through her soft feathers. Sometimes she lets him stroke her until he falls asleep. It's hard to be grumpy with her.

He pulls his head up, sneezes again, and grabs a sweatshirt that he tossed at the edge of the bed and pulls it back on, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Then he steps off the bed, feet so light on the ground it's like he weighs nothing. A yawn and a stretch before he turns to the funny bird offering his arm.

"Come on then."