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[angelinelblu]

[It's that time of year again-- Angel!Feliciano is moulting. Like a bird. Fluffy white angel-feathers all over one of HQ's living rooms, and their pouting source curled up on the sofa, wings tatty and scruffled-looking. This itches. It itches a lot, but he can't do anything about it, because it hurts to scratch.]

[He is just ripe for teasing at the

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[vicivicivici]

F-Feli? Are you okay?!?

*you... don't look healthy, son. don't worry, Grampa is here to sprint across the room in a panic and grab your shoulders and shake you a little.*

Tell me you're okay!

[angelinelblu]

Ah--! Nonno Nonno I'm fine, I'm just moulting, it's itchy. Please don't shake me again.

(sorry about comment delete)

[vicivicivici]

*oh, okay. baby grandson is fine. sighs in relief.*

*and then pulls a face *

Don't ever scare me like that again.

*because this is YOUR fault.*

(no prob')

[angelinelblu]

Eh?! I-- I'm... sorry?

[He visibly shudders,a few more feathers falling.]

[angelinelblu]

Eh? Yeah, I am... dunno 'bout help, though....

[awakened_memory]

[You seem somehow familiar to bitty, yet again memory-challenged, Heilrich....He's no idea why. You just do. And all that moulting really doesn't look comfortable at all.]

.....Are you okay?

[angelinelblu]

[How many times has his memory been damaged by now?]

Ve? Oh... [And yet another looking-at-the-boy-I-died-for moment. Always awkward.]

...yeah, I'm fine. M-moulting. No fun, but. Not... dangerous.

[awakened_memory]

[Twice. Once from sorta-natural, almost death causes. And now from HQ-is-a-dick causes. Only in reverse. Instead of no childhood, it's no adulthood.]

So...You're not hurt?

[angelinelblu]

[Shakes his head] It hurts to scratch, so I try not to. But this is only... an annual-- [He visibly shudders, knocking a few more feathers loose--] an annual thing.