( he raises one arm, exposing the feathers that hang down, but lio also hums in thought as he looks down at his legs. they're covered by his pants, but he knows that they're rubbing up against even more feathers--- ones closer to his skin. with a sigh, the former burnish leader bends down and starts to pull his pants legs up from his ankles.

these feathers are much softer. less substantial? more like down than the ones that make up his wings. )

Maybe these will do better? ( what does he know! ) Or does wherever the feather comes from mean more...

( he hasn't really explored all of himself yet. )

... I trust you'll make the right choice.