05-17-2020, 09:25 AM
The smallest one confirms his suspicions that he hadn’t quite replicated as he had hoped. Nerve did have to look down from a higher vantage point, so he supposed that the height difference should’ve been his first clue. That and the surprise of seeing something a little bizarre in the weird looks they initially gave him. Should’ve been his second clue.
“Still squishy though.” the cat remarks as she gently pats his rounded side and Nerve nods his head in satisfaction. At least he got one thing right. That was good enough!
“Hi Spirit, hi Maze!,” he said cheerfully with a toothy grin, relieved that the pair seemed to be pleasant enough and that he wasn’t about to witness the feline girl try to eat the fluffy boy. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do if that had ended up being the case, but he’s thankful his well-wishing had paid off and that he wouldn’t have to find out.
Nerve had watched as they’d switched forms - the boy to a black and blue marbling and the girl to a calf and then a white filly. He noticed her slip up, but he’s done that plenty of times before too, and he knows he probably would do it again someday. So he merely tilts his head in quiet regard and understanding until she asks what else they can shift into. The idea of showing them what he could turn into makes him flush with excitement, and his strange padded feet dance with excitement.
What should he do first? Tiger? Elephant? Chinchilla? Flustered by the possibilities, he struggles to decide on one and focus long enough to work the magic shifting entailed. An ostrich! They’d love an ostrich, he thinks! But when he tries to bend and elongate and grow feathers, he finds that his smallish, round body denies his request to reshape. Puzzled, his cheeks puff out when he tries again, and then again, and once more for good measure, before releasing a heald breath.
“I’m stuck,” he admits through panting episodes, eyes rising to look between them. “Wait. I mean...That’s not my name! I meant, my name isn’t ‘Stuck’. It’s Nerve. And I’m stuck.” he said doing a tight spin as well as his bulbous shape could allow. “Like this.”
This reminds him of that time when he shifted into a cat and got stuck in the trunk of a tree when he was trying to catch a bird for his twin. His eyes widen as he falls silent and still, remembering the trauma of Quiet walking away and basically telling him he was just going to die like that. “Well. I guess I’m going to the death of a squishy blob,” he said distantly, but as casually as he could manage, still staring off into nowhere.
@[spirit] @[Mazikeen]
“Still squishy though.” the cat remarks as she gently pats his rounded side and Nerve nods his head in satisfaction. At least he got one thing right. That was good enough!
“Hi Spirit, hi Maze!,” he said cheerfully with a toothy grin, relieved that the pair seemed to be pleasant enough and that he wasn’t about to witness the feline girl try to eat the fluffy boy. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do if that had ended up being the case, but he’s thankful his well-wishing had paid off and that he wouldn’t have to find out.
Nerve had watched as they’d switched forms - the boy to a black and blue marbling and the girl to a calf and then a white filly. He noticed her slip up, but he’s done that plenty of times before too, and he knows he probably would do it again someday. So he merely tilts his head in quiet regard and understanding until she asks what else they can shift into. The idea of showing them what he could turn into makes him flush with excitement, and his strange padded feet dance with excitement.
What should he do first? Tiger? Elephant? Chinchilla? Flustered by the possibilities, he struggles to decide on one and focus long enough to work the magic shifting entailed. An ostrich! They’d love an ostrich, he thinks! But when he tries to bend and elongate and grow feathers, he finds that his smallish, round body denies his request to reshape. Puzzled, his cheeks puff out when he tries again, and then again, and once more for good measure, before releasing a heald breath.
“I’m stuck,” he admits through panting episodes, eyes rising to look between them. “Wait. I mean...That’s not my name! I meant, my name isn’t ‘Stuck’. It’s Nerve. And I’m stuck.” he said doing a tight spin as well as his bulbous shape could allow. “Like this.”
This reminds him of that time when he shifted into a cat and got stuck in the trunk of a tree when he was trying to catch a bird for his twin. His eyes widen as he falls silent and still, remembering the trauma of Quiet walking away and basically telling him he was just going to die like that. “Well. I guess I’m going to the death of a squishy blob,” he said distantly, but as casually as he could manage, still staring off into nowhere.
@[spirit] @[Mazikeen]