Hey, if you want to walk that kind of fine line who am I to stop it.

[His feathers start to prickle again at that look, though. He tries to cover it a bit by flicking another bit of dead chip out to the mess of birds still lurking nearby, but that doesn't really do much to hide the gradual lift of his down. Dammit, he hates being a bird.]

Yeah, I'm just as orange and feathery as ever. I know it's a crime to be this attractive and all but you're skirting a little obvious there.

[Oh god, Bro, please baulk at this last-ditch obnoxiousness and get off the topic so he doesn't have to talk about it.]