Igrus' apartment

"I seriously thought I was gonna lose 'm all."

Igrus grabbed a feather, "maybe your wings are connected to happyness and yoy grew a bunch of new ones because your happy." He tickled her with the feather.

"Very well possible." She turned around, and rolled away, trying to avoid his tickling.

Igrus moved with her but he tried to run the feather all the way down her body teasingly. "Your not getting away from your own feather."

"Oh, like hell yes, I am." She flapped her wings once, strongly, and lifted off, crashing her head against the ceiling, then dropping back on the bed. "Ugh ... that hurt ... "

Igrus grabbed her and held her he inspected her head, "are you ok? Don't fly in the house jeeze I was just teasing you with a feather." He was frantic and a little acared it sounded like she hit hard.

"I know, but I'm allergic to feathers."

Igrus looked at her with confusion, "your allergic to your own feathers?" Hr was still holding her he kissed her head and kept looking for any sign she might be hurt.

"That doesn't make any sense, does it? Shoulda thought of something else." She was smiling a bit.

Igrus laughed a bit, "They look nice even when the fall off I guess the shampou does a great job of cleaning them." Igrus got their legs tangled together.

"Well, I guess, yeah. Though, they do feel better, my wings, and refreshed."

Igrus got close to her ear, "I can wash them for you if you want them really fresh."

"Nah, I'll be fine. I mean, they look great anyway. It's just a reflection of my health, so they say."

Igrus pouted a bit he wanted that shower with her, "well if you need help with them please ask me." He carefully nipped her ear. His stomach growled a bit.

"You up for remaking that breakfast?"

Igrus laughed, "I thought I had a big meal but it looks like it wasn't enough." Igrus started to get out of bed.

"It wasn't that much, coming out, was it?"

Igrus leaned in and found her ear, "there was a flood warning down there." He got up grabbed their plates and got ready to leave the room.

"Dam broke, I guess."

Igrus laughed, "I guess." He walked into the kitchen and got prepared to cook again.

She moved around on the bed, trying to numb the pain a bit, and trying to find her place where it wasn't wet.

Igrus cooked them food and brought back two plates he even had a bottle with pain killers in it. He still got random samples of them in the mail even though his father was long dead. "here take one of these it should help with your pain." He handed her the pill boytle setting their plates down.

"Thanks, I'll need that." She took it from him, and took in the pain killers.

Igrus had made an amazing meal, it might of normally been too much food but considering all the activities they have been doing it seemed almost perfect. "I don't think it compares to the meal you gave me."

"Anything from me is just perfect, I know." A bit of stroking her own ego, wasn't that bad, she figured. She gladly took the plate he handed her, and started to dig in.