Desmond snorted. "Yeah, Shaun. I'm totally a shut-in good Christian virgin who's never even thought about what a vagina looks like. Of course I know how to look up porn. I just have no idea what kind of kinks avians might be into."
He reached for the last apple, running his thumb over the skin. He'd save this one for later. "Besides, I know how to preen feathers. Mom taught me so I could help her. Don't get me started about tiny shower stalls, they already piss me off."
A sharp pain cut through the comfortable haze of the Vicodin, first making him stiffen, then curl his lip back in a grimace. Like being stabbed in the shoulders over and over again with a sharp knife. From the inside. He reached back, pressed against one of the lumps. They were solid. Actual, fully formed bone already. In the span of....thirty minutes? Forty-five? "W-what...fuck...how fast...?"
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Date: 2015-02-26 02:28 am (UTC)He reached for the last apple, running his thumb over the skin. He'd save this one for later. "Besides, I know how to preen feathers. Mom taught me so I could help her. Don't get me started about tiny shower stalls, they already piss me off."
A sharp pain cut through the comfortable haze of the Vicodin, first making him stiffen, then curl his lip back in a grimace. Like being stabbed in the shoulders over and over again with a sharp knife. From the inside. He reached back, pressed against one of the lumps. They were solid. Actual, fully formed bone already. In the span of....thirty minutes? Forty-five? "W-what...fuck...how fast...?"