@scratchmeow .
You know, all things considered - he was alright. Sure, he may have shed a few feathers out of anxiety (did birds do that or what just an Aziraphale the angel thing?) but besides being awkwardly placed as a demon’s roommate, Aziraphale was… slowly getting used to being at only a quarter of angelic power.
What he couldn’t handle, however, where the other residents here.
What shocked him wasn’t the blue hair. Humans dyed their hair all sort of unnatural colors all the time. It was the fact that this woman had cat ears. As far as he knew, it was past Halloween, wasn’t it? He figures he shouldn’t judge. He’s the angel here. Wings spread out (oh Lord don’t laugh), a feather fell from it. The angel picked it up off and twirled it in his fingers. Was this person more human than cat? Who knew. ❝Oh, hello! Um, I’m not a bird. Were you… uh… staring at my wings?❞
NAILED IT.
♪ Pupils go from mere slits to dilated beyond belief, much akin to a cat eager to play, as Felicia continues to eyeball the stranger’s rather fluffy wings, her tail swaying slowly back and forth as she does so. It’s not as if she wants to bat him around or anything! However... She can’t deny the urge to at least paw at his wings; just a little bit! Not enough to hurt him, of course... Not intentionally.
❝ I was! They look super fluffy!! ❞ she soon replies back with a smile, rubbing the back of her head almost bashfully.
❝ Gosh though, there’s no need to be insecure if you’re some sort of birdperson or Darkstalker! You’re totally perfect, just the way you are! ❞ ever the beam of sunshine, Felicia is quick to offer others flattery should they feel self conscious or insecure.
❝ Hehe. Do you think I’m going to try and catch you? ❞















