Those are pretty straightforward... If I were you, I'd hold onto some of these feathers. I've got flowers in my hair, I bet there's a craft in there somewhere between the two of these things.

[ Okitsu: dead teen, might have a career in found objects arts and crafts. he picks off another feather, then another, each with another kiss as he settles in closer. after he pulls free this round of feathers, he again strokes through the feathers to smooth them back out, letting his fingernails gently press them back into place and rake over any debris they may have accumulated.

he pulls his lips away just a bit, humming a song that is both painfully familiar and he cannot quite place. he isn't sure if this will count for the square.

he isn't sure, and he decides he doesn't care if it doesn't. ]