[For his part, he's just relishing each new sensation -- the expected ones, like the warmth and solidity of Natsuno against him and the tickle of his messy hair and the now-familiar way he smiles when Anon is looking at him; and then the more unusual ones, like the feathers sneaking under his collar and the strange sensation of motion rippling along the wing cradling him in place.

Anon likes all of it, and he's always liked exploring and pushing limits -- with hands and feet and mouth and everything else, even if Natsuno has the advantage of more limbs. He's always been good at reversing advantages, after all.

He reaches up a little to explore more of the feather structure, lengthening his caresses but smoothing down the plumage as he goes.]

Mmhm, I really want to see that. Climb all the way up, and then fly all the way down. I bet the drafts are real nice up there.

[It's really debatable at this point what they'd be looking at, but that's fine. There's an amused noise as he tries to picture Natsuno yelling. It's true, he hasn't heard that yet, has he?]

I can show you, though. Yelling in the mountains is even more fun.

[What if they just Tarzan hollered the whole way. That works too.]