[Even with an encyclopedia in his lap, Robert has plenty of room to maneouvre himself. He fishes the slender comb out of his pocket, then, arching gently over Don's shell to reach his pretty lavender wings. With the utmost gentleness, the man holds one wing just between the fingers of his left hand, and begins to comb the feathers with careful motions using the other.
The effect might be... strange-feeling, albeit nice, as Robert simulates preening the feathers into place.]
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The effect might be... strange-feeling, albeit nice, as Robert simulates preening the feathers into place.]