Raz shook his head "if you keep pulling out every feather that's loose you're not going to be able to fly soon." He laughed softly and let the feather fall to Spooks who tentatively swatted at it.
"These'll grow back once the wings have healed completely. I'm sure more feathers will fall out till then."
"Mine don't get loose very often. Is that not normal? I don't- I've never thought about it," he said, confused. He frowned. He peered at Razielle's wings.
Raz lightly rested a hand on Simon's shoulder "hey, it's alright. They're meant to stay in place. It's more worrying if they fall out like mine. It means somethings wrong and they need to be checked over. There's always going to be few feathers that are going to fall out, that's okay." He lifted his wings off of Simon's form and fluttered them a bit, watching as a few of the Downy feathers that had grown in around his injuries fluttered into the air. "These'll fall out too, means that new, stronger feather are going to grow in soon." He reassured
"Okay. Okay. That's good. Do yours just fall out because you got hurt? Or. . ." He didn't give another reason, instead picking up one of Raz's feathers that had fallen to the floor.
He shrugged "mostly because of the injuries and stress. They'll be fine in a few weeks." He walked over to the couch and plopped down, pulling one of his wings to the front and unwrapping a section. "Looks okay, kinda still bruised though."
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "Hurting you. I was angry. And you didn't really deserve it."
Raz glanced up and and nodded slightly "it's alright, I get it. I'm more offended about the fluffy hair bitch thing." He laughed softly "that's a whole new insult." He pressed his hands to his wings and closed his eyes momentarily
"You were kind of being a bitch, you know." He shrugged. "Sticks and stones and all that."
"hey, you can fight physically, I can fight mentally. Besides you did deserve it." He gave Simon a teasing look before going back to maticulously healing his wounds.
"Did I, Raz? Did I deserve it?" Simon said jokingly, tilting his head. "I'm going to get Jack out of the sink."
Raz chuckled lightly but kept his eyes closed as he haled his wings, moving on ever few minutes to other areas that were wrapped up. "Mind grabbing new medical wrap while you're in there?" He called, setting aside the old wrap in a near pile
"Yeah, sure." He rummaged around in the bathroom to find the wrap, then scooped Jack up out of the sink. Jack let out a meow of protest as Simon dropped him on the floor. "Don't give me that," Simon scolded the cat.
"thank you," he replied, plucking out a few of the loose downy feathers and running his hand over the fluff of the new emerging feathers to make sure everything was properly healed before wrapping parts of his wing in new medical wrap.
He laughed softly and offered his hand to Jack. "Poor kitty, just wants to be comfortable." He cooed
"Not in my sink! Do you know how many times I've gone to brush my teeth and my toothbrush is covered in cat hair?" Simon said, slightly irritated. "Sometimes I don't even notice until it's in my mouth."
Raz glanced up at Simon with an amused smile and gently nudged Jack behind the ears. "We're gonna have to find you a new place to settle. Admittedly cat fur toothbrushes are disgusting." He stood and satisfyingly stretched out his wings a bit ruffling them slightly to loosen any tight muscles before letting them relax against his back, the tip brushing the ground. "Maybe a nice bowl or something that resembles the sink just for Jack?" He suggested
“I’ve tried that. Multiple times. I think he just likes to annoy me,” Simon said, sitting on the floor and crossing his legs. “I’m just glad he and Spooks don’t fight over the sink.”
Raz hummed softly and nodded in agreement, "spoiled thing gets the sink all to himself," he cooed softly, scooping Jack up and setting him down in his lap. "But really? Of all the comfortable places, you choose the sink?"
Jack meowed and rolled over on Raz’s lap, belly up. “Suck-up,” Simon muttered, copying Jack’s position on the floor.
"It's working no? And if you think I'll rub your belly, you're soarly mistaken." Raz said to Simon, rubbing Jack behind the ears and scratching his tummy. "Such an odd creature." He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his head.
“If you touch my stomach I will rip your hands off with my teeth,” Simon retorted.
"much like a cat would do," he noted with a chuckle, relaxing into the couch as he gave into Jack's purring and gentle swatting for more pets. "Admittedly now I understand why Jack is the way he is." He flicked his gaze between the car in his lap and Simon, "the resemblance is uncanny."
Simon sat up abruptly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he said, narrowing his eyes at Razielle. Jack began licking Razielle's hand. "I don't know if that was an insult or a compliment."
Raz gave Simon a pointed look "you both tolerate a very select amount of beings, both have your dark and brooding side then your nice sides occassionally, and you're both tempermental." He rested his head on his hand, careful not to disturb Jack as he leaned forwards and gave Sinon a smirk "should I go on?"
“What are you going to say next? We both enjoy bathing in the sink, attempting to maul people’s ankles and hiding in paper bags?” Simon screwed up his face. “You know monkeys, lizards and probably certain bananas exhibit those traits, right?”
Raz shrugged “i dont’t know about yoyr bath routine but the ankle biting does kinda ring a bell.” He laughed lightly and glanced down at Jack. “I dont think you’re exactly like and monkey, lizard or a banana.”
“I’m not. That’s what I’m saying. You can’t compare me to anything because I’m perfectly unique.” He beamed.
"hm, you are. Maybe it's the other way around, maybe your cat has learned from you." He mused, gently swatting back at Jack and lightly poking him
"I don't think so. The second I brought him into my house- for the first time, I mean- he jumped straight into the sink. And he didn't get his personality from me."
Raz shrugged and went back to cuddling with Jack insteadof trying tio play with him. "It might just be me then, too analytical." He shrugged and rested his head back against tre couch. "Though I can definately see you as a cat." He added with a smirk
Simon got up and ignored Razielle's comment, rooting around in the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of beer, wrenching it open with his teeth. He hopped over the back of the couch and unceremoniously sat next to Razielle. "You wanna watch 'The Emperor's New Groove'?"