I had been rooming with Benedict for he past few months. He was an ornery Aviant, a race of bird like people.
Benedict was defensive about his prosthetic wing, and would often make me wait outside when he was getting dressed.
After some time though he let up, possibly because we were getting used to each other.

I was watching tv when he came in for the night. I ignored him but tensed up. Thanks to my heightened sense of hearing I could sense that he wasn't moving.
I wondered what the idea was, while trying not to make it seem obvious. Before i could think of something, he cleared his throat, calling for attention.

"Uh, hey Ah-zool, lemmie show you something. "

I cautiously turned around, and looked right in his eyes. Benedict had a tight lipped expression, which must have been hard to pull off without lips,
but it was clear he was holding back an expression of discomfort. He moved his talons, trembling, at the release locks of his armor.
With a click the panels opened, one by one, allowing Benedict to take off his harness, then his breastplate, until all that was left was a black shirt. Benedict must have been especially nervous, because as soon as he took it off i could smell him as if my nose was right
inside one of his armpits. His bird musk was savory, and it took some concentration not to just zonk out. Right, whats this all about?


All i could do was stare blankly, deeply confused at the situation. Benedict kept still, his arms stretched out almost as if he was expecting applause.


"Well?"


"Uh what? "


"Whaddaya mean 'whut'? I just took off my armor! AND I didn't shoo ya out to do it! I'm over with making a big stink about it. "

There was a pause, I was just at a loss.
After a moment benedict kept going. "I mean come on, this is a big moment for me! You should be stoked! I don't just do this with anyone now!"


Big stink was right, in more ways than one.