Necrosis's wings were ridiculously soft. Softer than a kitten's fur soft. The kind of soft you'd imagine a cloud. Softer than silk. Her fingers sunk into the feather's vanes slightly before she pulled away. A startled squeaky gasp escaped Necrosis's lips and his wings snapped shut. "Ah! That's kind of a personal thing..." He started to mumble, but Jan beat him with an apology,
"Heh, it's fine... Just ask next time..." His face was pink, but he didn't look uncomfortable. He wasn't uncomfortable, nor did he think down on Jan. He just wasn't expecting her to do that. Necrosis took a breath and recovered rather quickly. "Thanks, the cloak was a gift from my brother. It's pretty important to me."
He followed her to her desk and was thankful for the stool. He watched her set her things down as he sat down. His wings ruffled and then flicked out slightly before readjusting on his back and settling down. Necrosis watched the pencils roll off the desk, wondering if he should pick them up. Her question broke his chain of thought and he looked her in the eye again.
"Uh..." He took a minute to actually consider an answer other than 'everything'. The items he had were all important to him, they came from his family. "I'd like to keep the cloak and my jewelry. They're really important to me." He decided and gave a small nod. If he could eventually settle down and live in one place, then he could have a place to keep the other objects. At the moment, he was too much of a free flyer to think of looking for a place to stay.