scuffon: i should stop...
but-
(he shivers)
(luckily the door's locked)
(he sprouts his wings)
(they look like molting has fimished on his wings, so the feathers look shinier and softer))
(he proceeds to do what he was doing, making the butler ouside very concerned due to the noise)

Whyld: I d-dont know nor Don't care..
(He is covered in scratches and bites)

(oki)
scuffon: oh my-
w-where we to loud?

Whyld: Hehe ♡
(Srry I was checking on Jerry Baby)

(bepis)