So I got Gwen and Ichabod in the shower together. Ichabod, as you can imagine, was the happiest morherfucker in the world. A shower AND Gwen?? Sign him the fuck up!!
So we get going, and Ich is obviously super into it. He’s cooing and trilling and chirping and doing his shower dance, spreading his wings all the way out to get As Wet As Possible. This, however, leads to Gwen getting somewhat…engulfed.
Gwen does Not Know what to do about this. She is Very Concerned. Mostly she just sits there and deals with it. But occasionally her head pops out like:
HELP?? WHAT DO??
Anyways I fucking lost it, I was wheezing in the shower, my soul left my body, I’m a shell of a person. These birds are such dorks.