Feathers prickled beneath the skilled claws of the felines touch as Vassago found himself leaning heavily into it, eyes heavy as he let them close momentarily. "What if though I'm not enough, Sitri? Then what?" He murmured quietly, letting himself be lulled by the touch.

He's currently wondering where his favorite owl might be.

The macaw had gotten a bouquet of flowers for 𝓟𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝓢𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨, dressed his absolute best as he held them behind his back, head feathers combed back neatly, red eyes bright.

"And I love you, mi amor~" ♡

"I fear you're mistaken, you're the pretty one, Stolas...~"

With a soft snort the macaw shook his head, sweeping the owl into his embrace.

Preening his feathers. It's been quite some time since he's made an appearance.

A delicate stretch, combing his fingers through his crest of head feathers with a heavy sigh. He has plenty of work to catch up on.