[ He looks down at himself? At his blotched, grey complexion. The pink marks on his hand where Jon had clung to it earlier. Nothing seems out of the ordinary except for that last part; he rubs idly at the marks.
(No feathers. No tails or fur. No ... cuddle urges? Any moreso than usual. He'll be Iris at some point, so maybe he'll match you with some feathers later.) ]
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(No feathers. No tails or fur. No ... cuddle urges? Any moreso than usual. He'll be Iris at some point, so maybe he'll match you with some feathers later.) ]
Hard to picture.