She's just going to go ahead and pet the hell out of that chonky dinosaur because she is not immune to the sheer fluffiness.
He does not dare move, instead watching her practically disappear against his fluffy coat of feathers as though she were a newly-hatched chick and he a mother hen. The touch of her hands over his body tickled ever so slightly, just barely registering against the thick mass of fluff coating his form causing Oscar to hum, his beady eyes almost rolling. “... Comfortable?”
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