[Considering something this size was doubtlessly going to affect his movement, Cliff was probably right. He runs his fingers through the feathers, smoothing them out and wondering at the feeling of the weight of the wings.

It was definitely going to affect his movement, and as cool as it looked, it was more then a little questionable and unsettling.] Seems like people aren't having too many problems adjusting from what I saw yesterday, so here's hoping it won't be too difficult to move around.

[He pauses for a moment, before shrugging with a bit of a grin meant to make light of the situation, the wings rising a bit with the movement. Better to roll with the punches here, considering the delicacy of the limbs in question. Either they'd go away on their own, or something else would happen.] It's going to make getting dressed a chore, though.

[He only hoped he'd be able to get through the bedroom door.]