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Bird Watching - Survivor00 & Chesire Pup

She was so happy to hear that he would teach her how to fly. She let him lead her out of the bathroom and she sat down at the table but as she looked down at the dish she frowned. She usually used her talons to pick up things but right now her talons were under the table... and her feet were dirty from running across the ground. She looked at the claws on her wings, almost hands. She currently only had three fingerlike appendages. She used this to reach for the fish and she managed to pick up a bit of it. She struggled to get it to her mouth but when she did she smiled.

â??Look!â? she exclaimed happily, showing off the use of her fingers. Something she hadnâ??t thought of to do before. â??No talons!â? she said happily, now feeding herself without the use of her feet.
 
Curtis chewed thoughtfully at his salmon as he tried to figure out ways to help her fly. He realized that she normally ate with the talons on her feet, something that would be impossible with her sitting. â??Iâ??m sorry, Sora, I forgot all aboutâ?¦â? But as he watched her reach out with her wings, using the developing claw to pick up some of it and eat it, he laughed happily. That would explain how she got down from the treehouse. He hadnâ??t really noticed how that was developing, since it had been covered by her feathers.

He smiled widely, reaching out to ruffle her hair playfully. â??Thatâ??s wonderful, Sora!â? He said to her, knowing that this would make things much easier as well. It seemed like everything was happening at once for her, and he was glad to be a part of it.
 
She smiled as he ruffled her hair. She was so happy. She had made him laugh. She had learned that humans laugh when they are really happy and she was happy to have made him so happy. There were only three fingers right now but more would come, she was sure of it. The memories of her old family were slowly fading but she didnâ??t mind, she would make new memories with Curtis. She nuzzled him deeply, happy to have made him so happy and happy to not have to use her feet. She continued to feed herself with these fingers, they would develop faster now that she was using them.
 
Curtis smiled and hugged her as she nuzzled him, finishing his salmon in a short amount of time. Maybe once her â??fingersâ?? developed, he could teach her how to use silverware. That would certainly make eating cleaner. Lifting his plate from the table, he walked over and placed it in the sink. â??Once youâ??re done eating, weâ??ll give you a bath, and then we can start teaching you to fly. How does that sound?â? He said softly, sitting back down next to her. It would mean going back into the bathroom, but he thought that once she cleaned off she would feel much better.
 
Sora looked back at him happily, she managed to finish off her salmon and she tried to lift yup the plate to bring it in like he did but it just was not working. She frowned then she had an idea. She got out of her chair and she bent down and took the plate in her mouth. She held it with her teeth as she carried it to the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. When the plate didnâ??t break she was very happy and then she ran to the bathroom to wait for him.
 
Curtis watched as she carried the plate with her mouth, hoping she wouldn't drop it. He could probably blame it on himself if she did, but still, he knew she would be sad and frightened if she did. He smiled in relief when she dropped the plate into the sink without it breaking, "Good job, Sora." He smiled at her. "Now go get ready for your bath." It would be her first real bath, compared to the sponge 'baths' he had tried giving her in the treehouse. That more or less resulted in water getting everywhere, and only a small bit of her cleaned.

Hopefully, this would go better.

He quickly washed the plates and set them aside to dry, before following the eager harpy to the bathroom. He hoped she would not be bothered from the reflection again.

He opened the door for her and turned on the light, walking in and turning on the tap for the bathtub, letting the water run to warm up. "Now, we're going to have to keep your wings dry, so you're going to need to hold them up for me, alright?" He asked her softly, kneeling down in front of her to help her remove her clothes. Her wings wouldn't let her do it on her own, but hopefully her developing 'claws' would let her do that soon enough.
 
She looked up at him when he said that she would have to keep her wings up and she frowned but she agreed. She let him help her out of her clothing, raising her arms so that he could remove the tank top, revealing a pair of budding breasts. Then she had to balance to get out of the rest. First the shorts, pulling them over her talons was always a task but off was easier then on. Panties came next. She never saw the point in them but Curtis seemed happy when she agreed to wear them. Once she stood there naked she looked at the running water.

How did this work? Was if like when he wanted her to sit in the big bucket and use the squishy thing? She didnâ??t like that, it got cold too quickly. As a result of her not cooperating with the sponge baths she was dirty from time and when she touched her toes to the watcher she smiled. â??Warm!â? she exclaimed happily and she sat right in, she held her arms up, keeping them dry. She wished that he would start soon, she liked the feeling of the warm water and wanted to let her wings down into it. â??Can I put my wings down? Please? I can dry them when I get out.â? She told him. She needed to wash them too and this water felt so good.
 
Curtis was relieved when Sora was much more eager to use the tub than she was to get bathed way he used to do, not hesitating for and instant before she was sitting in the warm waters. He knelt down at the side of the tub and reached over to grab the soap and shampoo. At her request, he looked at her delicate, graceful wings, not wanting them to get damaged by the water, but Sora seemed confident that they would be fine, and that getting them clean would be more important than keeping them dry. He nodded to her, signaling that she could lower her wings for now.

He took a plastic cup and dunked it in the warm water, lifting it over her head. "Close your eyes, Sora." He said, waiting for a second before dumping the warm water onto her head, running his fingers softly through her hair to help work out some of the tangles. It was a process he repeated a few times, to make it easier when he used shampoo.
 
Sora was happy to hear that she would be able to lower her wings into the water. She knew that she wouldnâ??t be able to fly until they were dry but right now the water felt too warm for her to care. She lowered them into the water and she closed her eyes when she was told to do so. She felt him scrubbing her head. She was silent for a bit, occasionally casting glances at the mirror before she asked a very strange question â??Am I pretty?â?

The question seemed to come out of no where, Sora had never seemed to care about how she looked, for a long time she even preferred to be naked before Curtis bribed her into wearing clothing with salmon. Now suddenly she wanted to know if she was pretty. â??Maddy said that she was pretty,â? she said, seeming to be referring to another harpy. â??She said that she was so pretty that there wasnâ??t a harpy that wouldnâ??t want to be her mate, that she could even charm the humans into loving her. She bragged about herself a lot.â? She told him, then she looked up at him expectantly, almost seeming worried on what his answer would be.
 
Curtis made sure that Soraâ??s hair was as untangled as he could get it before squeezing some shampoo into his palm. He started to carefully work it into her hair, keeping it away from her face as to not sting her eyes with the suds. He hummed softly to himself as he worked, watching her curiously as she glanced at the mirror again and again. Was she still worried about her reflection?

â??Whuh?â? He asked, blinking at her sudden question, rather confused.

He listened to her as she suddenly brought up another harpy that she must have known before he had found her. He was surprised she remembered something with that much clarity, especially as she seemed to remember less and less of her family with each passing day. Her eyes seemed suddenly unnervingly piercing, waiting for him to answer her at a moment when he had lost all words in his throat. Was she worried about how she was growing up? What was the deal with her discussing her friendâ??s mates? He felt his cheeks go slightly red with blush, before rubbing her head again, reaching down to pick up the cup to wash the shampoo out of her hair.

â??Iâ?¦youâ??reâ?¦yes, I think youâ??re pretty.â? He stammered, still not sure what to say. He couldnâ??t tell her no, sheâ??d be crushed. But it was hard to see her as anything other than a little sister, or even in a strange way, a daughter.
 
She let him wash her hair, finding it comfortable to be sitting there in the warmth of the water and have his hands washing her hair. She listened to what he had to say, she didnâ??t seem to notice the tone of his voice, how unsure his answer sounded when he said it. All she heard were the words and those words made her happy. She smiled up at him happily and made a small noise. It was a happy noise, sort of like a bird tweeting. She looked up at him and she sang her song, it wasnâ??t like the previous ones that took full control over him. He would still have all of his thoughts and be able to control himself but he would feel really happy. She wanted him to feel as happy as she was feeling right now and she didnâ??t know any better way then to sing to him until he was done washing her hair.
 
He was still somewhat confused about her question, but the warmth of the smile on her face was enough to make him put it aside and enjoy being with her. As he washed the suds from her hair, he heard her begin to sing, wondering for a moment if he would lose control of himself again. But he only felt warm, a happy swelling of his heart, and he smiled back down at her. Dipping the cup into the warm water, he lifted it over her head and slowly poured it out, using his hand to help keep it away from her face and eyes. A few more times, and her hair was clear of suds.

He reached over and grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, dunking them both into the water to moisten them, before lathering up the washcloth. Carefully, he started with her back and neck, washing her skin, smiling as her pleasant song echoed in the bathroom.
 
Sora was very happy right now, she felt him washing her hair then looked at him when he stopped only to smile once more hen he began to wash her back and her neck, letting her song drifted away so she could talk to him. â??Do you wash yourself like this?â? she asked the man, she hadnâ??t seen him washing himself, for a good reason, but he always seemed clean so now she was curious. She always seemed very curious to the way that he lived.
 
"I used to." Curtis smiled as he continued to wash her, her shoulders and what parts of her wings weren't covered in feathers. "Now I take a shower...it's like standing in the rain, only warm." He explained softly, humming as he washed the suds off her body. He paused as he realized where he was going to have to start washing next, feeling uncomfortable, his face flushing red. "Sora...I'm going to need you to stand up, okay?" He asked her slowly, not sure what she would do when he started washing there.
 
She looked at him as he explained what a shower was and then she decided that next time she wanted to take a showerâ?¦ but only if he could still wash her. She liked the warmth of the water, it made her feel really happy and having him there made her feel safe. She looked at him curiously when he told her to stand up and she wondered if it was over. She didnâ??t say anything though, she just looked at him as she stood up, watching him curiously to see what he would do next.
 
Curtis stood as well, leaning over the tub a bit and placing the washcloth on her shoulders. He paused for a moment, trying to gather his wits. He bit his lip slightly and began to wash her chest, carefully lifting her arm up to briefly wash the undersides of her arms, before moving to her stomach. â??Are you doing okay, Sora?â? He asked her, worried that she would take offense to him washing there. These were places that he had never even attempted to touch, for the sake of her decency and his awkwardness.
 
She looked up at him, then she blushed when he began to wash her chest, biting her lip slightly so that she wouldnâ??t make a noise other then the surprised sound she let out when he began. She didnâ??t seem to mind too much after that. It was other areas that would give him problems. She seemed happy and perfectly content until he began to wash the places he had put off. The moment the rag touched the inside of her thigh she jumped and let out a cry of surprised. Literally jumping. Her wet wings flapped sending droplets of water all over the bathroom, which would be apart of instinct, something surprises you, fly away, he was just lucky that she couldnâ??t fly yet. After that she jumped out of the tub and onto the sink, the furthest point from him inside of the closed bathroom. He should be happy he remembered to close the door.

She didnâ??t say anything; she just looked at him, watching him carefully. She was breathing quickly, clearly he had frightened her. This had been something completely new and different, there had been no warning, no preparation, she hadnâ??t even considered this so she reacted like any child and any bird would. Get away. She looked at him, watching him very carefully as if she was ready to jump somewhere else if he made any sudden moves, her wings were wrapped around herself, covering her body from his view. She didnâ??t know what to say, only that what he had just done was the very last thing that she had been expecting.
 
Curtis had just been starting to relax a little, maybe washing her was going to be easier than he thought. She had let him wash her chest easy enough, just a soft noise of surprise. He smiled at her, thankful that she wasn't freaking out over this. He dipped the washcloth into the bathwater, adding a little more soap to it and building up some suds before continuing. The rag touched her inner thigh, and everything fell apart. The cry of surprise and her sudden jolt of moment made him fall back and smack his head on the tiled floor, the world flashing white with pain. He felt droplets of water splashing him, splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling, heard her wings flapping wildly. He opened his eyes again as she scrambled out of the tub and huddled up on the sink counter, knocking everything over.

Then everything was silent.

He sat up with a pained groan, gingerly touching the goose egg that was swelling on the back of his head. He winced, looking over at Sora. His heart sank in his chest, his shoulders slumping. The way she was huddling, frightened, eyes wide, it was the same as when he had tried to talk to her in the treehouse. She was scared of him, but for a whole different reason now. "Sora, no....no, I wasn't trying to scare you. I was just washing you." He didn't move, partially because of his fear of scaring her even more, and partially because his head was pounding with each beat of his heart. "I'm sorry...I should have warned you first." He said sadly.
 
She had accidentally knocked him over, she didnâ??t even realize it at the time. She heard the noise that he made when he sat himself up and knew that he was in pain. She felt terrible for having hurt him but was still unsure of what to do. She heard what he said and she slowly came down. She felt bad for hurting him but she got an idea. She slowly climbed down at approached him. â??Youâ??reâ?¦ hurt.â? She said, sounding sad, then she smiled. â??I know how to make it better!â? and with that she did something odd. She began to undress him. With the head wound he wouldnâ??t be fast enough to stop her but with the help of her teeth and fingers, talons to rip what she couldnâ??t undo, she undressed him down to his underwear and then she managed to pull him into the tub with her. She smiled up at him as she sat in the warm water with him, surely the warmth of the tub would make him feel better.
 
Curtis saw her hop down from the counter, not sure if she was still wary of him. It had been an honest mistake; he didnâ??t want to have completely alienated her. If she ran awayâ?¦was she old enough to take care of herself? He shook his head; he didnâ??t want to think about it. â??Iâ??m alright, Sora. Itâ??s just a bumpâ?¦â? He said to her, trying to stand up slowly, his head pounding. She felt her feathers touch him and smiled softly, glad she had forgivenâ?¦ Suddenly, her talons and â??fingersâ?? were digging into his clothes, tearing at them, pulling them off. â??Sora, no, wait!â? He protested, but he was down to his underwear, and being pulled into the tub by her. He didnâ??t think she had the capability to do this, but she was surprisingly relentless in this. He found himself in his boxers, sitting in the tub, with her sitting with him.

It took his stunned and shaken brain a few seconds to put the pieces together, and he quickly tried to stand, but the rush of blood from his throbbing skull almost made him pass out, and he sat down again, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
 
She didnâ??t think that he would want her to undress him but she didnâ??t really care. She pulled him in and she sat on his lap, just smiling up at him. When he tried to stand up she was knocked off. She glared up at him as he did this but was worried when he fell back down. She sat back on his lap, straddling him this time. She looked over his head wound. She seemed worried.
â??Sometimes a mama will push a baby out of the next to soon, a safe nest in a tall tree, and the baby wonâ??t be ready.â? She explained to him, â??The baby wonâ??t fly and sometimes he lands on his head, then he bled then he dead.â? She told him as though it was a song to teach you so you donâ??t land on your head.
She looked through his hair and didnâ??t see any blood, she seemed relieved. Afterwards she nuzzled her face into his chest like she had done many times before, only this was the first time she had done it when he was not wearing a shirt. She felt the difference and looked at it curiously. She had her fingers gently over his muscles, then she leaned in and sniffed his chest. After that she kissed it. It was and odd thing to do but she did it as though it was a completely normal thing to do. Then she smiled up at him, then she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around him, relaxing in the warmth of the water in the tub.
 
She was straddling his lap now, her developing fingers brushing through his hair as she tried to inspect the welt on his head. Her feathers brushed against his neck and shoulders, but they were too wet to tickle his skin. At her strange words, which he took to be a warning against hitting your head, he smiled softly and placed his hand on her shoulder. â??Iâ??ll be alright, Sora. Itâ??s just a bump. Iâ??ve got a hard head.â? He patted the other side of his head carefully, so he wouldnâ??t aggravate the welt anymore. Still, it still stung a little.

He sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling, feeling her nuzzle his chest with her cheek. He didnâ??t really know what had gotten into her right now. This morning had gotten more complicated than he had planned it toâ?¦ He looked back down at her as he felt those strange, developing claw-fingers running over his chest, wondering what she was doing. â??Soraâ?¦â? He began to ask, but his words fell silent as she leaned in to sniff his chest, and then kiss it. He bit his lip uncomfortably, confused and a little worried at her actions. She didnâ??t seem to find anything strange about her own actions, nestling her head against his neck and resting her feathered arms around him. He smiled softly, letting her sit there for a moment before he stood, holding her carefully against him as he stepped over the side of the tub. â??Alright Sora, time to dry you offâ?¦â? He set her down on the toilet, grabbing one of the towels from the rack and draping it over her shoulders, starting to dry them off.
 
She heard her name but she continued her actions. To her it was totally normal to do this, she was just exploring a part of him that she hadnâ??t seen before. That much was perfectly normal. She felt it, smelt it and even tasted it with her small kiss. His muscles really interested her since they were so different then what she had on her chest. She was glad to just sit there with him but when he got up she wrapped her legs around him, keeping hold of his body as though she was worried about falling. She heard what he said and then she smiled, sitting on the toilet and doing her best to help him dry her off, â??Then weâ??ll go fly, right?â? she asked. He had promised to take her and she was really anxious to finally learn.
 
Curtis dried her off, avoiding the area that had caused her to panic earlier. He carefully dried her wings, although he had an idea of how to dry her feathers off. He wondered if she would have to preen her feathers, like actual birds did. If she did, he would want her to do that before she flew. "Yes, Sora, after we dry you off, we'll go fly." He smiled, "And after I get dressed again." He chuckled, still wearing just a wet pair of boxers. He draped the towel across her waist and grabbed a second towel, wrapping it around his waist, it would keep him from dripping water through the hallway. "Sora, I need to dry you off, but you may not be used to where it is. I don't want to scare you, okay?" He asked her, carefully taking her 'hands' and setting them on the towel as well. Maybe if she was helping him, she'd be calmer.
 
Sora let him dry off her body, doing everything that she could to help him dry her sooner but then it came to the lower part of her body. She was a bit nervous but he spoke to her before touching her so she felt better about it, he even gave her a chance to help him and she smiled weakly. She spread her legs a little bit and helped him dry her, blushing deeply the whole time. By the time the birdâ??s body was dry she began to flap her wings, air drying them, then she examined them. If she didnâ??t know how to preen herself yet she would figure out soon.
 
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