[There's no hesitation in Billy's voice, just an undertone of sleepy contentment and cuddly bliss. His fingers curl in the material of what's left of one of his pillows, scattering fluff and feathers, and his wings shudder and stretch out a bit, no longer confined against his back under the fabric. After being in it for so long, even with how good the experience has been and how comfortable the costume is, essentially, it feels good to be free. Or half free, anyway. And he can wait for the rest if this is what's delaying things.
He shifts very slightly, pressing as deep into the bed as he can without actually melting into it, his voice half-muffled in the pillow.]
[action, february 23rd]
[There's no hesitation in Billy's voice, just an undertone of sleepy contentment and cuddly bliss. His fingers curl in the material of what's left of one of his pillows, scattering fluff and feathers, and his wings shudder and stretch out a bit, no longer confined against his back under the fabric. After being in it for so long, even with how good the experience has been and how comfortable the costume is, essentially, it feels good to be free. Or half free, anyway. And he can wait for the rest if this is what's delaying things.
He shifts very slightly, pressing as deep into the bed as he can without actually melting into it, his voice half-muffled in the pillow.]
Oh my god, you are way too good to me...