He will also start crying over the smallest inconvenience. Like say the last piece of pineapple he was eating falls onto the floor, usually he'd be sad but shrug it off. But when he's molting he'll start crying.

When he's molting and decaying, it's worse. He doesn't throw tantrums, but he does sob and hides himself away.

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Kafziel laid on his stomach, dressed in only underwear. It was a beautiful day out, the sun beaming, the sparse clouds moving lazily across the bright blue sky, the animals chirping and singing. His wings were spread across the grass, huge and black. He was content.

Hevel was sitting near him, watching him curiously.

"Why do you do this," he asked, "if I may ask."

Kafziel opened an eye and looked up at him.

"It heats my wings up," Kafziel answered, "like a bird."

Hevel tilted his head to the side a little.

"I am not familiar with birds," Hevel said, hoping to get a better answer.

"It kills parasites, and helps with oils," Kafziel explained, "keeps my feathers healthy."

"But you can just cut them off and regenerate them," Hevel opted, "wouldn't that make sunbathing useless?"

"Yeah," Kafziel sighed, "but I also like to bathe in the sun as a human, too. It's nice to feel the sun warming your skin, no?"

Hevel chuckled softly, a soft smile forming on his face.

"I suppose," he agrees, "it is nice to feel the sun on your skin."

Kafziel smiled before closing his eyes again and falling back to sleep.

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to kafziel, it's a hugeeeee deal. he has to be in love and really close with a person in order to do it. if its just a mush of the face then its as big as like making out or kissing. if its of any other part of the body its like getting really touchy feely and almost like sex to kafziel.