( Hm. Watching Barrett's reactions, something about this feels... familiar in a way he can't articulate. He frowns a little - not at Barrett, but at himself for not knowing for sure.
His fingers cascade down from the midpoint of the wind down to its bottom edge, his fingers curling down on either side of it, nails lightly brushing against his transparent membrane - up to the wing's base, as he leans in, up against the freshly de-splintered part of Barrett's upper back, so he can so lightly run the fingers on of his other hand along Barrett's horns - from the base at his hair, drifting up along the length - just as curious. )
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His fingers cascade down from the midpoint of the wind down to its bottom edge, his fingers curling down on either side of it, nails lightly brushing against his transparent membrane - up to the wing's base, as he leans in, up against the freshly de-splintered part of Barrett's upper back, so he can so lightly run the fingers on of his other hand along Barrett's horns - from the base at his hair, drifting up along the length - just as curious. )
... Does this feel nice, too?