Kat turned back to ask Reed something about Colin, but thought better of it when she caught the very deliberate way he was looking away from her. Afraid she’d missed a spot, Kat checked herself to see if there were any holes in her wing coverage. She couldn’t see anything.
“Ok, can we just acknowledge that this is a little weird and not worry about it?” She asked, although she didn’t move her wings away from her body in accordance with the proposed comfort level. “I’ll take care of it in ten or fifteen minutes. Anyway. If you’d please thank Colin, from me. I’d really appreciate it. That’s very kind of him.” Kat leaned against the kitchen counter, enjoying the chill of the tile on her bare feet. Somehow, it seemed to make the pain in her head less severe for the time being.
She couldn’t think of anything so say. For several seconds, she just stood there, preening at her pinions as if the task required all of her attention. “Ok, yeah. This is awkward.” She laughed. Nothing so clever as Bob’s bitch tits was coming to mind.
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“I’m not worried about it.” He was simply trying to be respectful...while sitting in his own underwear. At least the ‘pocket’ was closed. What a relief! To not wake up with morning wood was a damn miracle. Maybe it was because he’d slept so poorly and was still exhausted.
“How ‘bout you...do whatever you need to do with the wings and everything, and I’ll go get us both some coffee. Deal?” he asked as he got back to his feet, still not looking at Kat. “Shower or molt. Whatever.” Maybe both. It probably wasn’t a pretty process, and Reed had never watched before, mostly because she was so very bare when the wings were out.
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“Mhmm.” Not worried about it at all. Which was why he still wouldn’t look at her when her got up. Kat arched a brow at him. She was essentially wearing a giant parka made of wings, it wasn’t scandalous. If he wasn’t going to look at her at all before leaving the apartment, she wasn’t really sure why she was bothering. Still, her wings stayed in place. “Sure, that’ll work.” Molt. That sounded more unpleasant than the reality. And much messier.
Kat pushed away from the kitchen counter and headed back to the bathroom to run a shower. The humidity would help. “I’ll see you in a bit then.”
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Reed quickly tugged on his jeans and hoodie, which now smelled like Kat. He almost hated to get coffee, because that scent would overpower the one he was now wearing. Still, he needed something to help him wake up. Plus, walking down the street would be good for his aching body. He exchanged pleasantries with a few of the workers at the coffee shop. If Reed was really going to be coming here on a regular basis to meet with Kat, he’d likely visit this shop again. It always paid to be nice, or so he’d been raised to believe. His Hoosier values followed him everywhere.
After getting two very large coffees, both a dark Colombian blend with no sugar or cream, Reed headed back to the apartment. He stopped to grab a few bagels on the way just in case Kat was hungry, but it was unlikely. Oh well, he’d eat one and take the rest home if necessary. A different doorman greeted Reed, and the man received a smile and pleasant ‘good morning’ as Reed passed by and up the stairs to the apartment. It really needed some fucking furniture. Walking in, he found there was nowhere to sit but the kitchen counter, so Reed set the coffees and bagels down and hopped up. “Breakfast is served!” he called out to Kat.