OH ICARUS, YOUR WINGS OF GOLD ☆ old body return

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan knew that, honestly, he probably should've expected Paintbrush to come by sooner or later. After all, he had admitted something pretty big during the raid, and although it had certainly been a weight off his chest, it had also heaped a whole new serving of anxiety onto his plate. How was he supposed to act, when he was faced with the person he had confessed to? Part of them had hoped that they could just skip over the whole talking part, and just go straight to the dating thing, just so that he wouldn't make more of a fool of himself. Still, he wouldn't be able to avoid Paintbrush forever. The larger feline was practically his only non-family friend within The Typhoon, and he really couldn't stay away if he wanted to keep himself sane. The other was perfect for venting to, not to mention that he made a great assistant when things really came down to it. Not that Rosemary wasn't a great assistant, but he didn't always wanna bother her with the little things, and that was where Paintbrush seemed to happily volunteer his services. Although, these days, Roan wasn't sure whether Paint did it out of liking the work, or liking Roan. To be fair, it was probably a mix of both.

Needless to say, when Paintbrush first approached him, the draconic feline felt all of the air rush out of his lungs. Gone were his brief feelings of triumph from finally being able to shift back, instead replaced with a sense of anxiety and nervousness. Thankfully, the larger male always seemed to know what to say, considering the joking tone that easily slipped forth from his muzzle. His compliments made Roan's face go red beneath his cream fur, a strange rush of heat and affection passing through him. That feeling only got worse when Paintbrush referred to Roan as his sailor, making the siamese want to rush into his fluffy chest and hug him. However, he refrained. After all, he did still have some sense of dignity. Albeit a muted one, considering the events of the raid, but it was still there. After taking a deep breath inwards to soothe his terrible blush, Roan found himself muttering, "Ah, well... this is my birth body. That other one... the zombie one. It was actually a result of accidental shape-shifting. I was only able to go back... well, now. As you can see." He lifted up one of his large green wings, shifting and twisting it in order to give Paintbrush a clear view.

After another brief moment of hesitation, Roan stepped forward, moving just the faintest bit closer into Paintbrush's personal space. He lowered his voice, as if worried about someone nearby eavesdropping. With his head tilting to one side, the medic questioned, "Although... I do maybe get the feeling that the body switch isn't the only thing you're asking about. Would you care to enlighten me, PB?" It was partially an attempt to be sly, but also partially an attempt to wring some straightforward questions out of the other. That way, Paintbrush could get the ball rolling, and Roan could stop feeling like he was floundering out in an unfamiliar sea of emotions.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan