[If the clutter bothers him, it doesn't show at all--Asahi should see his bedroom back at Kyo's, between how unused to the whole "not having maids" thing he still is, his unscratched burrowing instincts, and that fun puca tendency to find all sorts of neat things in unexpected places. (It's a huge mess.)
Instead, he just catches the shirt and promptly spins around to face away as he starts to pull off his paint-spattered top and change.]
Oh, 'kay. ...Is it not comfy, with your wings?
[He pauses to ask, peeking back over-shoulder. He hadn't thought about how that would work! Actual birds probably mostly sleep perched on something, right...?]
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[If the clutter bothers him, it doesn't show at all--Asahi should see his bedroom back at Kyo's, between how unused to the whole "not having maids" thing he still is, his unscratched burrowing instincts, and that fun puca tendency to find all sorts of neat things in unexpected places. (It's a huge mess.)
Instead, he just catches the shirt and promptly spins around to face away as he starts to pull off his paint-spattered top and change.]
Oh, 'kay. ...Is it not comfy, with your wings?
[He pauses to ask, peeking back over-shoulder. He hadn't thought about how that would work! Actual birds probably mostly sleep perched on something, right...?]