"Just don't pull. And I hope this means you'll let me touch one of your horns!" he said, and lowered his head into range as she reached for it. Julien's feathers were probably more densely set than a chocobo's, so that at first contact it almost seemed like he had a continuous, shell-like smooth surface. He closed his eyes and puffed out the feathers on his face, and that surface blossomed into individual soft feathers, far warmer.

"Mm. Well, I don't know myself! I just got here yesterday. It sounds plausible though, don't you think?" He wasn't quite up on all the whats and hows that went with carnival life, and more inclined to go with the flow than try too hard to figure it all out.