[The wing flickers, just like a muscle under a wayward finger. A tremor against sensation. Morgan will be able to feel the thrum of blood under the press of their thumb,
faint but steady, only slightly warmed beyond chitin stuctures.]

M-mn. Thanks. I, um...

I didn't think they would feel like this when I picked them. The same with my horns. It's... different.

[His fingers curl loosely against his own neck, letting his nails drag softly against the skin as a distraction.]

When you touch them gently like this... it feels kind of nice.