Jou started slightly when he felt feathers brush his cheek, reaching up to bat them away, his hand freezing when he realized there was nothing there. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to calm down. He must have imagined it, really. Mind you, he didn't make a habit of imagining feathers but it was probably the weather. It was rather warm, and he was sorta getting hungry, and surely his mind was just playing tricks on him.
Yep, just tricks.
Finishing his shopping, he turned to go home, nearly yelping when he felt the feathers again when he tried to turn into one of the busy streets. Woah, this was not good. When he was home, he was going to have a firm conversation with his mind on imaginary feathers and scaring the crap out of himself. That stuff just wasn't funny, mind; stop it.
Turning in the other direction, he breathed a bit more easily when he didn't feel the feathers any more. See, talking to his mind was already having effect. Tightening his grip on his shopping bag --feathers or no feathers, there was food in that bag-- he continued his way home.