He closes his inner eyelids in time to protect himself from the splash. It beads and runs off his feathers, which are at least a little waterproofed; too much exposure still soaks them, but he shouldn't be more than slightly damp after this.
The admirers are not so lucky. Not waterproofed, not aware this was coming, wearing clothing, and between Anghel and Julien anyway, they take the worst of it. There is a chorus of shrieks and outraged bellows, and holding out arms in the I've-got-wet posture, and just like that, Julien is not the center of attention.
He pulls free as gently as he can and raises his folded wings, his tail shaking in noiseless bird laughter. "Run!" he says, and starts clicking away.
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He closes his inner eyelids in time to protect himself from the splash. It beads and runs off his feathers, which are at least a little waterproofed; too much exposure still soaks them, but he shouldn't be more than slightly damp after this.
The admirers are not so lucky. Not waterproofed, not aware this was coming, wearing clothing, and between Anghel and Julien anyway, they take the worst of it. There is a chorus of shrieks and outraged bellows, and holding out arms in the I've-got-wet posture, and just like that, Julien is not the center of attention.
He pulls free as gently as he can and raises his folded wings, his tail shaking in noiseless bird laughter. "Run!" he says, and starts clicking away.