[ But Clive's movement answers his question. His hair is ruffled before he can protest, and he lifts his hands uselessly and ducks his head down. Which just gives Clive better access to his horns, really, and he sputters softly as his brother moves his head.
The horns are smooth, with tiny ridges imitating the central lines of feathers. The tips are blunted, not sharp, lending to the illusion of feathery tufts. But Joshua can certainly feel the touch and the weight of Clive's hands on them, and the flesh at the base is still a little tender besides. ]
no subject
[ But Clive's movement answers his question. His hair is ruffled before he can protest, and he lifts his hands uselessly and ducks his head down. Which just gives Clive better access to his horns, really, and he sputters softly as his brother moves his head.
The horns are smooth, with tiny ridges imitating the central lines of feathers. The tips are blunted, not sharp, lending to the illusion of feathery tufts. But Joshua can certainly feel the touch and the weight of Clive's hands on them, and the flesh at the base is still a little tender besides. ]
You could have asked, you know.