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@shewhooncegripped
hands you a prescript that says: punch a fellow sinner
Oh. Well, I'd like to use this on Yuzuki but something is telling me that would make things worse between us.
Fuhuhu, it doesn't say how hard I have to punch someone. Maybe I'll ask Yuri for help. She'd probably let me lightly punch her.
squeezes you like a plush toy
[Large hands come out of Kromer's PDA and yoinks Kromer off her feet, much to the woman's dismay.]
--!!
[The anon grips and squeezes Kromer, knocking the air out of the woman before she can voice any arguments. Instead, the Eleventh Sinner seems to be trying to kick herself to freedom. It's only during a particularly tight squeeze that the woman seemingly falls limp and stops fighting.]
[Luckily for Kromer, the anon seems to get bored of the arrangement quite quickly. The woman is deposited on the ground gently. Then, after a little headpat, the hands disappear quite quickly.]
Oh...
[Kromer seems to be a little stunned by what just happened. A hand travels up to her neck, it's almost as if Kromer is trying to understand if anything is broken.]
...
[When the woman is sure she is alive and alright, she seems to brighten a bit. Kromer even offers a laugh as she turns her attention to her PDA.]
Fuhuhu, is this what you anons meant when you said you were going to grip me?
It's ten PM. Do you know where your friends are?
Do I know where my friends are...? No? They are probably in their rooms.
Why do you ask? Are they okay?
The voice of distortion was given a human form!
...? What??
Are you talking about... The voice people seem to hear when they are at their breaking point? Is this 'voice' now punchable? Does this mean that we can stop the distortion phenomenon?
[Kromer seems to take a moment to think over the ask before starting to speak again.]
...You say this 'voice' was given a human form. Is it truly human? If something inhuman takes over a fully natural body, would you consider it human or is it only a mockery of what a human is? Fuhu~.
No idea if you know what it is, but today is Easter! You get a dark chocolate cake egg, since those tend to be rather lacking in sweetness. If you don’t want to eat the egg, I heard there’s buttons inside, so you could use it as a maraca
-🐰 anon
Easter? It doesn't sound familiar.
[Kromer takes the offered egg and shakes it a few times. The Eleventh Sinner offers a small repressed smile as she listens to the noise. Perhaps it's almost... Familiar.]
If there are buttons inside this egg, then I consider them to be a choking hazard. It is probably best that we only keep this egg as a decoration. It's cute, though.
[A toy hammer hits the back of your head. Upon turning around, you find Kromer. She looks like she is about to bonk you again.]
Xichunnnn! Do you know whewe evewyone ewse is?
@shewhooncegripped
I have no idea. If u hit me again i'm tewwing miss jane.
Nuh-uh! I'ww teww Miss Jane that you awe being mean fow tewwing on me! Then you wiww go to time-out fow being mean!!
[Even though Kromer says this, she does not try to bonk Xichun again. Instead, she offers a little stomp of her feet as a show of her disapproval at Xichun's statement.]
[Then, with a small pout, Kromer seems to calm herself. Instead, she crosses her arms.]
I won't hit you again if you don't teww Miss Jane.
Otay buth thhen you owe me a favor.
I don't know what favow means but... Fine! Whatevew. I'ww give you one!
You are now in my debth and mushth do my bidding. Hewp me sheth up my coworing shthathion.
Ohhh! Awe we gonna cowow?
[Kromer scampers to help Xichun set up. She doesn't quite understand the concept of debt yet, but she seems happy to help for now.]
Wait.. you get to use mawkews?? I ne-vew get to use mawkews! You ha-ve so many cowors...
[The small Eleventh Sinner gives Xichun a look, Kromer seems to be trying to guilt Xichun into letting her use the markers. But, the girl keeps on setting up anyways. She sets down the markers and then skips off to find other art supplies. When Kromer returns, she is holding a bag of crayons.]
[A toy hammer hits the back of your head. Upon turning around, you find Kromer. She looks like she is about to bonk you again.]
Xichunnnn! Do you know whewe evewyone ewse is?
@shewhooncegripped
I have no idea. If u hit me again i'm tewwing miss jane.
Nuh-uh! I'ww teww Miss Jane that you awe being mean fow tewwing on me! Then you wiww go to time-out fow being mean!!
[Even though Kromer says this, she does not try to bonk Xichun again. Instead, she offers a little stomp of her feet as a show of her disapproval at Xichun's statement.]
[Then, with a small pout, Kromer seems to calm herself. Instead, she crosses her arms.]
I won't hit you again if you don't teww Miss Jane.
Otay buth thhen you owe me a favor.
I don't know what favow means but... Fine! Whatevew. I'ww give you one!
[A toy hammer hits the back of your head. Upon turning around, you find Kromer. She looks like she is about to bonk you again.]
Xichunnnn! Do you know whewe evewyone ewse is?
@shewhooncegripped
I have no idea. If u hit me again i'm tewwing miss jane.
Nuh-uh! I'ww teww Miss Jane that you awe being mean fow tewwing on me! Then you wiww go to time-out fow being mean!!
[Even though Kromer says this, she does not try to bonk Xichun again. Instead, she offers a little stomp of her feet as a show of her disapproval at Xichun's statement.]
[Then, with a small pout, Kromer seems to calm herself. Instead, she crosses her arms.]
I won't hit you again if you don't teww Miss Jane.
All of the nose boops for little Kromer, then!!!
[When Kromer gets booped she squeals happily, her hands coming together to clap.]
Mowe!! Mowe, mowe!!
[Kromer leans forward, and when she gets booped again she lets out another squeal. She's... Quite loud.]
[Eventually, the repeated pokes has the girl devolving into a fit of laughter strong enough to make her lose her balance. Kromer doesn't seem particularly bothered about tripping, she just allows herself to sit there and continue her giggles.]
Anothew!!
[Even as Kromer demands more, the anon seems to comply which only makes the child more amused. This kid seems to lack any of the composure Kromer typically carries, but at least she's enjoying herself while she is in this state.]
[When the lightheadedness of laughing catches up to the girl, she finally starts to quiet down. Kromer taps her feet together as she tries to catch her breath. The child's face is red from the excitement.]
Hehe~.
Does your itty bitty face accept itty bitty nose boops?
[Kromer's PDA seems to somehow understand when she's not in a state where she can read. Instead of the young girl trying to figure out how to work the electronic, the PDA just reads the ask out loud from the comfort of Kromer's bag.]
Boops?
[Kromer seems to think about it. She even lifts her hands to her face and practices touching her own nose as if she's trying to test what a nose boop would feel like.]
...
[There's a small giggle from the child as she leans forward and closes her eyes. This version of Kromer seems to really like the attention that comes with being a child. She has a cheesey grin on her face as she starts to make her demand.]
Boop me! I want itty bitty nose bwoops! Now!!
M!A: Hit by the April Fools beam! ☆
...
[Before you is a small child dressed in a school uniform. She... Doesn't look that much like Kromer. Her makeup is missing, she lacks the hair covering half of her face, and her expression is much less guarded than it normally is. Instead, there is a child with a round face and blunt bangs staring down at her PDA. The child's head is decorated with a hat. On her chest is a little name tag in the shape of a tiger.]
Hmmm? Wha??
Whewe is my cwass?? Xichun isn't hewe.
[This version of Kromer can't be older than five. Though, the child doesn't seem particularly panicked over being separated. She mainly appears confused about the situation. Though, after a moment of thinking, Kromer slips her PDA in a tiger shaped satchel that is draped across her body.]
I need to find whewe they awe hiding!
[Kromer picks up a large toy hammer and holds it in both hands. Then, she skips out of the room.]
Pat pat
[A floating hand appears above Kromer's head. The palm of the hand is larger than Kromer's face, and Kromer offers a small noise of displeasure as the hand starts to pat her head.]
...? What??
[Kromer seems a bit baffled as her hair is slightly ruffled by the patting. As the hand pulls away, Kromer is left with a more messy hairstyle than normal.]
That was weird.
{previous post}
[When Kromer drags herself to the door of her room, she finds herself faced with a slightly bigger challenge than she was expecting.]
[...The door handle is far above her head.]
[The lindwyrm offers a small huff of annoyance before attempting to reach up the doorframe. Small claws dig into the wood as Kromer starts the long process of trying to scale the door. She reaches out her small little paw and digs her claws into the wood, then she holds her breath as she shifts her other paw to repeat the process. And, after a few minutes, Kromer realizes that the scales on her stomach are actually stopping her from slipping. The ventral scales appear to grip the wood enough for the little dragon to reach without worry.]
[And once that worry is released, Kromer makes it to the door handle much quicker.]
[It's easy to get the door open once she has reached the handle. (Kromer bites at the door handle until it bends to her whims.) However, with the door sliding open Kromer faces a new challenge.]
[How will she get down?]
[The lindwyrm seems to take a moment to contemplate her choices. Kromer's eyes shift from the now open door to the floor to the doorframe she was resting on. Then, Kromer allows herself to let go.]
[The little dragon lands on her back in the hallway with a small yelp. Her new position is immediately followed up by the same majestic squirming she did when she first became a dragon. She seems to be struggling to flip herself once again.]
Part One
Kromer keeps her gaze on the wyvern for a moment. Is Don Quixote upset? It's quite hard to tell.
The lindwyrm offers a small chirp to the other as a confirmation. The goal may be mere steps away, but as Kromer puts a little paw forward she is realizing that steps take a lot of effort from her tiny snake-like body.
The small dragon squirms as she tries to slither alongside Don Quixote, though her movements are much more similar to flailing. She is trying very hard to keep up.
If Don Quixote tries to perceive Kromer while she is like this, it is apparent that the Eleventh Sinner's eyes are narrowed in concentration. She is trying to learn what movements make her go forward. Every time Kromer shifts her tail in a way that doesn't propel her forward, the lindworm huffs a small billow of smoke and tries again.
Though, by the time they make it to the kitchen Kromer appears to have gotten the gist of how to move. She even seems as exhausted as Don Quixote was moments ago.
When Kromer looks up at Don Quixote, she seems to be acting like none of that ever happened. She even offers a small chitter, "we made it, fuhuhu~!"
There's a small pause as Kromer eyes the kitchen through the open door.
"...What are we wanting to eat?"
What was the best part of being a dragon?
I suppose... It was a bit nice how everything seemed simple when I was in that form. It's hard to explain, but my brain felt a bit foggy when I was a dragon. I didn't really have time to focus on stress or work, instead I would suddenly get overwhelming urges to do things. For example: my brain was begging for me to make a nest. It was distressed without a safe place.
I remember after getting all of my plushies in the nest, I just felt... Calm. And then I sat with them for a very long time. It was a very pleasant feeling.
Otherwise, I wasn't a massive fan of my dragon features. I felt like a dog whenever I ate, my body was tiny, and it took me a very long time to learn how to move.
{This is the end of the Dragon Kromer week, the start is here. Any ongoing interactions may be finished, so you may see some dragon content for a few days. But... Kromer is available for asks now!}
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Anons...
[Kromer appears to have gotten to her PDA before it could start recording her response to returning to her human form without permission. Though, the Eleventh Sinner seems quite ruffled as if barely any time has passed since the transformation took place.]
Do I bore you enough for you to start turning me into animals? What was that??
[The woman is burrowed under several blankets. Actually, those were the same blankets the dragon had built into her nest. Perhaps she was hiding inside before she underwent her transformation.]
[The Swap Sinner holds a frown on her face, she doesn't seem pleased with how she has spent her past week.]
....I guess I have a newfound appreciation for being a human with legs. Though, I already appreciated my legs. And I also already appreciated being human. So....
[Kromer trails off as if she has zero clue how to finish her statement. Instead, she grabs the closest plush to her-- a fluffy sheep-- and flops onto her bed.]
[There's a beat of silence before Kromer lets out a sigh.]
...Nevermind.
[There's some noise of the PDA being shifted around before the recording finally stops.]
{previous post}
[When Kromer drags herself to the door of her room, she finds herself faced with a slightly bigger challenge than she was expecting.]
[...The door handle is far above her head.]
[The lindwyrm offers a small huff of annoyance before attempting to reach up the doorframe. Small claws dig into the wood as Kromer starts the long process of trying to scale the door. She reaches out her small little paw and digs her claws into the wood, then she holds her breath as she shifts her other paw to repeat the process. And, after a few minutes, Kromer realizes that the scales on her stomach are actually stopping her from slipping. The ventral scales appear to grip the wood enough for the little dragon to reach without worry.]
[And once that worry is released, Kromer makes it to the door handle much quicker.]
[It's easy to get the door open once she has reached the handle. (Kromer bites at the door handle until it bends to her whims.) However, with the door sliding open Kromer faces a new challenge.]
[How will she get down?]
[The lindwyrm seems to take a moment to contemplate her choices. Kromer's eyes shift from the now open door to the floor to the doorframe she was resting on. Then, Kromer allows herself to let go.]
[The little dragon lands on her back in the hallway with a small yelp. Her new position is immediately followed up by the same majestic squirming she did when she first became a dragon. She seems to be struggling to flip herself once again.]
Don Quixote is not too far off, it seems. He can do little to enter the main part of the bus itself, and so his roaming is kept to the corridors, where the rooms of the Sinners are connected to, including his own.
Undoubtedly does the yelp of another creature, and naturally he looks down the hall towards the sound, his eyes landing on... Kromer, squirming about as she lay on her back.
Though at this point, he hadn't quite realised that it was his friend, but still he approaches her all the same, if only out of curiosity.
Kromer doesn't appear to notice Don Quixote through her struggling. The little dragon offers small squeaks as she tries to twist her body. And, eventually, Kromer realizes that it's much easier to flip over if she uses her head as leverage instead of her tail.
The lindwyrm offers a small sigh when she is finally upright. She gathers her two arms under her and props herself upright.
It's only when Kromer is properly sitting that she turns her attention to the hallway around her. That's when she realizes that there's another dragon watching her.
The lindwyrm offers a small yelp of surprise. She wasn't expecting to see another weird lizard creature! This one is also somewhat taller than her, his wings also seem to be particularly large. Even if Kromer's snake-like body is quite long, this dragon just seems big compared to her.
Kromer eventually offers a series of chirps to the other dragon as a greeting, "I didn't know the bus had multiple... Creatures on it... I... Uh... Won't hurt you if you don't hurt me. Deal?"
The little dragon slides a bit closer to the wyvern, her tail sweeps across the floor as she remains on edge.
Kromer failed one of her main objectives immediately. She didn't want to be noticed, and apparently she already has a witness. It's not even a witness she knows. Ugh.
He nods about as well as a dragon his size can— which simply looks him bobbing his head up and down. "Of course, of course! For how novel that there may be creatures like myself aboard!!" He says, doing a little hop forwards towards the lindwyrm.
To anyone else, it'd sound like he was hissing out a reply to the other.
"T'would appear thou hast escaped thy confines, much like myself— as I've only just done so." He faces the open door to Kromer's room before turning back. "Perchance, do you hold a penchant for exploring, perhaps? I've not been able to venture out further, but thy presence— surely must allow for more opportunities to go around!!"
Wait. That manner of speaking.
The end of Kromer's tail starts to wag, and her head tilts as if the dragon in front of her is a puzzle to be decoded. The lindwyrm offers a somewhat pleasant trill, "I just tried leaving so I can grab some food. This is my first time out as well."
There is a beat of silence as Kromer glances back at her room before turning her attention to the wyvern.
"...Is that you, Don Quixote?"
The little dragon almost sounds hopeful, there isn't any fear or annoyance that she was just wearing. Her whole demeanor towards the other has changed within seconds.
He stills for a moment as the other calls him by name, before he glances back at the open door.
Ah, this could only be...!
"Oh, Miss Kromer!! And indeed it is, but ah— t'was hoping you'd have already discerned my identity upon my approach. Still!" His excitable demeanor is even more apparent now, now that he's in the company of one of his closest friends.
"Shall I accompany you to the kitchen, then? It shan't be too different as when we were both normal, except..." He hops again, stretching out his wings for a moment as though to show them off. "Perhaps, we may be able to hasten our arrival with the use of my newfound abilities?"
"You know how to fly? I can barely figure out how to walk... That's impressive." Kromer appears to be completely willing to play along with Don Quixote's whims. He's the one with the wings, after all.
The lindwyrm drags herself closer to the wyvern, seeming to await his directions. Her silver eyes are trained on Don Quixote's wings, almost as if she is trying to figure out how they work.
There's a small chitter from the smaller dragon as she speaks her mind.
"...Your wings almost reminds me of a bat. Minus the colors-- you are much brighter. Though... Are you able to hold things with these? It seems like it would be difficult to have your arms replaced with wings."
The lindwyrm lifts one of her own arms to show that she even has them. The fingers look quite similar to the hand of a gecko, as if they are specialized in climbing. There are small claws on her hand as well. Though, Kromer doesn't offer commentary on her lack of feet.
Don Quixote nods again, preening a little at the praise, before stretching out again at her question of how he was to hold things, simply just to show off his smaller hind legs with claws at the end. They're not very sharp, but neither is he.
"Worry not, for I still have—" He stomps down. "—these! It should be enough to be able to hold onto things, but... ah, forsooth, it's been a worryingly short time since I've come into possession of these abilities. As such, I have not... attempted to take flight whilst carrying something."
"Prithee... Wouldst thou put thy trust in me? T'would be quite fine, should you choose to walk there as normal, perhaps to get used to thy new given form."
Kromer examines the wyvern's hind legs. She assumes that his legs being occupied would likely make liftoff and landing quite clumsy. But Kromer trusts Don Quixote.
When the final question is posed, Kromer turns her gaze up to Don Quixote's face. Her eyes appear to hold a bit of mirth in them. For some reason, the lindwyrm is amused by Don Quixote's question.
"I trust you, Don Quixote. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, and... Well. It seems fun, fuhuhu~. If you are truly worried then I'll... Walk there myself, but the potential to fly seems quite exciting."
Would dragging herself to the kitchen be considered walking? Kromer isn't quite sure, but she would be both excited and thankful if Don Quixote somehow managed to get her all of the way to her destination. The tip of her tail seems to be wagging at the thought.
Don Quixote seemed stunned for a moment as Kromer answered so resolutely; She trusts him.
And, well. Who is he to back out now?
"I... Indeed! I shall give it my best effort then!!" He says, his excitement as the prospect of flying once again returning to him.
In a moment, he leaps into the air, flapping his wings once to get some height before lowering himself to just above the lindwyrm's form, his claws close around a section of its body in an attempt to grab her before he immediately flaps his wings again, in fear of accidentally putting his entire weight on Kromer.
He keeps his wings spread, in an attempt to glide, though he notices he's going down a little faster than his last gliding attempt.
He flaps again, repeatedly this time to keep them in the air, but it's not so frantic as the earlier flight attempts that he had in his room.
Kromer doesn't know how she expected this experience to go. Don Quixote appears to be as gentle as possible when trying to grab her, but Kromer can't help but tense as she feels claws close around her and slightly dig in.
There's a passing thought, a momentary fear, that she is prey. The lindwyrm finds herself confused on where that instinct is coming from, but she urges herself to calm before the wyvern notices.
She manages to relax her body as she is lifted up off the ground, but the unease remains.
Though, even as Don Quixote starts to glide Kromer realizes that they aren't too far from the ground. The lindwyrm's body is likely too long and snake-like for Don Quixote to properly lift, and Kromer realizes that her tail is still being dragged across the bus floor.
From Don Quixote's flapping, Kromer can guess that he's having a hard time staying in the air. Is it her fault? Would it work better for her to lift her tail or would that ruin Don Quixote's balance? Kromer wants to help, but she's very quickly realizing that she has zero clue what she can offer in this situation.
So... Kromer remains to stay as still as possible, keeping quiet so she doesn't distract her friend. The lindwyrm holds her breath so Don Quixote can keep his grip on her. She keeps her movements slow as she turns her head to look up at him. Is he panicking? Is this something he's used to? Is he already tired?
Don Quixote is panicking.
A little bit.
But he hopes to keep it together enough as to not make his friend worry, flapping again as to get a little higher and to cover more distance. ...So much for his showing off his wings, speaking on how he could potentially fly— and now that he actually is, why. Is it not reasonable for him to fear dropping Kromer after all that?
He glides in the direction of the kitchen, losing altitude quicker than he thought, but he's! not about to give up just yet!
They go on for several feet from their starting point, having left behind the bedrooms— not far now from the kitchen!
...He is! Admittedly! A little tired!! But that's because! He's not! used to doing this!
They're descending slowly, now, but still Don Quixote tries to keep it up.
Ah. Even through Don Quixote's brave face and confident movements, Kromer can see his chest heaving. His wings tremble as they fly as if he is struggling to keep them afloat.
Kromer also realizes that they are sinking closer to the ground. Originally, the lindwyrm was brushing the ground with only a bit of her tail. But now... She can feel much more of her tail sliding across the ground. Her ventral scales bump across the carpet in an odd tingly sensation.
Don Quixote should probably be done flying. Kromer doesn't think he would willingly show his struggling, but she can tell that he is fully willing to push himself too hard and hurt himself instead of risking hurting Kromer. This situation isn't really fun anymore.
Kromer swings her tail around in front of the wyverns path so her ventral scales dig into the carpet. A brake. Don Quixote is keeping both of them upright and in the air, but Kromer is refusing to let them move on.
The lindwyrm offers a small huff, "I think this is a good place to land. If we land closer and there's someone in the kitchen, they may hear us."
If they crash into the ground either of them have a chance of getting hurt, and the noise could potentially attract someone to investigate. A good excuse to stop Don Quixote from pushing himself.
Kromer keeps her gaze on the wyvern, measuring his response to her decision.
He moves forward until Kromer's tail dug into the carpet, keeping the both of them there, to which he doesn't go against her suggestion of stopping. He's undoubtedly tuckered out, so instead he keeps his wings spread out, gently allowing them to float to the ground.
Don Quixote ensures that Kromer's feet (or lack thereof) hit the ground before him, before he flaps again, to move to a spot that isn't direct above her to land.
...Where he flops over onto the ground, sighing deeply. Seems he's grateful for the break after flying for a little while.
"Quite right...!" He responds, noises coming out in a tired hiss as he takes a moment to collect himself. "This should be... far enough, indeed."
When the lindwyrm is first set down, she tucks her little gecko paws underneath her as her tail lashes. Kromer appears to be taking a moment to appreciate solid ground.
After a beat or two, though, she finally turns her attention to Don Quixote again. The wyvern is slumped on the ground, seeming to be catching his breath after pushing himself so hard.
"...Thank you for that experience." Kromer finds that she doesn't quite know what to say to the other dragon. Does she apologize for this situation? Does she offer to help him somehow? Was thanking him the right option? Perhaps he wouldn't like someone pointing out how tired he appears. "I'm impressed by how far you got us. You did a good job."
Flattery. Kromer apparently has resorted to fawning and flattery to show her appreciation.
{previous post}
[When Kromer drags herself to the door of her room, she finds herself faced with a slightly bigger challenge than she was expecting.]
[...The door handle is far above her head.]
[The lindwyrm offers a small huff of annoyance before attempting to reach up the doorframe. Small claws dig into the wood as Kromer starts the long process of trying to scale the door. She reaches out her small little paw and digs her claws into the wood, then she holds her breath as she shifts her other paw to repeat the process. And, after a few minutes, Kromer realizes that the scales on her stomach are actually stopping her from slipping. The ventral scales appear to grip the wood enough for the little dragon to reach without worry.]
[And once that worry is released, Kromer makes it to the door handle much quicker.]
[It's easy to get the door open once she has reached the handle. (Kromer bites at the door handle until it bends to her whims.) However, with the door sliding open Kromer faces a new challenge.]
[How will she get down?]
[The lindwyrm seems to take a moment to contemplate her choices. Kromer's eyes shift from the now open door to the floor to the doorframe she was resting on. Then, Kromer allows herself to let go.]
[The little dragon lands on her back in the hallway with a small yelp. Her new position is immediately followed up by the same majestic squirming she did when she first became a dragon. She seems to be struggling to flip herself once again.]
Don Quixote is not too far off, it seems. He can do little to enter the main part of the bus itself, and so his roaming is kept to the corridors, where the rooms of the Sinners are connected to, including his own.
Undoubtedly does the yelp of another creature, and naturally he looks down the hall towards the sound, his eyes landing on... Kromer, squirming about as she lay on her back.
Though at this point, he hadn't quite realised that it was his friend, but still he approaches her all the same, if only out of curiosity.
Kromer doesn't appear to notice Don Quixote through her struggling. The little dragon offers small squeaks as she tries to twist her body. And, eventually, Kromer realizes that it's much easier to flip over if she uses her head as leverage instead of her tail.
The lindwyrm offers a small sigh when she is finally upright. She gathers her two arms under her and props herself upright.
It's only when Kromer is properly sitting that she turns her attention to the hallway around her. That's when she realizes that there's another dragon watching her.
The lindwyrm offers a small yelp of surprise. She wasn't expecting to see another weird lizard creature! This one is also somewhat taller than her, his wings also seem to be particularly large. Even if Kromer's snake-like body is quite long, this dragon just seems big compared to her.
Kromer eventually offers a series of chirps to the other dragon as a greeting, "I didn't know the bus had multiple... Creatures on it... I... Uh... Won't hurt you if you don't hurt me. Deal?"
The little dragon slides a bit closer to the wyvern, her tail sweeps across the floor as she remains on edge.
Kromer failed one of her main objectives immediately. She didn't want to be noticed, and apparently she already has a witness. It's not even a witness she knows. Ugh.
He nods about as well as a dragon his size can— which simply looks him bobbing his head up and down. "Of course, of course! For how novel that there may be creatures like myself aboard!!" He says, doing a little hop forwards towards the lindwyrm.
To anyone else, it'd sound like he was hissing out a reply to the other.
"T'would appear thou hast escaped thy confines, much like myself— as I've only just done so." He faces the open door to Kromer's room before turning back. "Perchance, do you hold a penchant for exploring, perhaps? I've not been able to venture out further, but thy presence— surely must allow for more opportunities to go around!!"
Wait. That manner of speaking.
The end of Kromer's tail starts to wag, and her head tilts as if the dragon in front of her is a puzzle to be decoded. The lindwyrm offers a somewhat pleasant trill, "I just tried leaving so I can grab some food. This is my first time out as well."
There is a beat of silence as Kromer glances back at her room before turning her attention to the wyvern.
"...Is that you, Don Quixote?"
The little dragon almost sounds hopeful, there isn't any fear or annoyance that she was just wearing. Her whole demeanor towards the other has changed within seconds.
He stills for a moment as the other calls him by name, before he glances back at the open door.
Ah, this could only be...!
"Oh, Miss Kromer!! And indeed it is, but ah— t'was hoping you'd have already discerned my identity upon my approach. Still!" His excitable demeanor is even more apparent now, now that he's in the company of one of his closest friends.
"Shall I accompany you to the kitchen, then? It shan't be too different as when we were both normal, except..." He hops again, stretching out his wings for a moment as though to show them off. "Perhaps, we may be able to hasten our arrival with the use of my newfound abilities?"
"You know how to fly? I can barely figure out how to walk... That's impressive." Kromer appears to be completely willing to play along with Don Quixote's whims. He's the one with the wings, after all.
The lindwyrm drags herself closer to the wyvern, seeming to await his directions. Her silver eyes are trained on Don Quixote's wings, almost as if she is trying to figure out how they work.
There's a small chitter from the smaller dragon as she speaks her mind.
"...Your wings almost reminds me of a bat. Minus the colors-- you are much brighter. Though... Are you able to hold things with these? It seems like it would be difficult to have your arms replaced with wings."
The lindwyrm lifts one of her own arms to show that she even has them. The fingers look quite similar to the hand of a gecko, as if they are specialized in climbing. There are small claws on her hand as well. Though, Kromer doesn't offer commentary on her lack of feet.
Don Quixote nods again, preening a little at the praise, before stretching out again at her question of how he was to hold things, simply just to show off his smaller hind legs with claws at the end. They're not very sharp, but neither is he.
"Worry not, for I still have—" He stomps down. "—these! It should be enough to be able to hold onto things, but... ah, forsooth, it's been a worryingly short time since I've come into possession of these abilities. As such, I have not... attempted to take flight whilst carrying something."
"Prithee... Wouldst thou put thy trust in me? T'would be quite fine, should you choose to walk there as normal, perhaps to get used to thy new given form."
Kromer examines the wyvern's hind legs. She assumes that his legs being occupied would likely make liftoff and landing quite clumsy. But Kromer trusts Don Quixote.
When the final question is posed, Kromer turns her gaze up to Don Quixote's face. Her eyes appear to hold a bit of mirth in them. For some reason, the lindwyrm is amused by Don Quixote's question.
"I trust you, Don Quixote. I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, and... Well. It seems fun, fuhuhu~. If you are truly worried then I'll... Walk there myself, but the potential to fly seems quite exciting."
Would dragging herself to the kitchen be considered walking? Kromer isn't quite sure, but she would be both excited and thankful if Don Quixote somehow managed to get her all of the way to her destination. The tip of her tail seems to be wagging at the thought.
Don Quixote seemed stunned for a moment as Kromer answered so resolutely; She trusts him.
And, well. Who is he to back out now?
"I... Indeed! I shall give it my best effort then!!" He says, his excitement as the prospect of flying once again returning to him.
In a moment, he leaps into the air, flapping his wings once to get some height before lowering himself to just above the lindwyrm's form, his claws close around a section of its body in an attempt to grab her before he immediately flaps his wings again, in fear of accidentally putting his entire weight on Kromer.
He keeps his wings spread, in an attempt to glide, though he notices he's going down a little faster than his last gliding attempt.
He flaps again, repeatedly this time to keep them in the air, but it's not so frantic as the earlier flight attempts that he had in his room.
Kromer doesn't know how she expected this experience to go. Don Quixote appears to be as gentle as possible when trying to grab her, but Kromer can't help but tense as she feels claws close around her and slightly dig in.
There's a passing thought, a momentary fear, that she is prey. The lindwyrm finds herself confused on where that instinct is coming from, but she urges herself to calm before the wyvern notices.
She manages to relax her body as she is lifted up off the ground, but the unease remains.
Though, even as Don Quixote starts to glide Kromer realizes that they aren't too far from the ground. The lindwyrm's body is likely too long and snake-like for Don Quixote to properly lift, and Kromer realizes that her tail is still being dragged across the bus floor.
From Don Quixote's flapping, Kromer can guess that he's having a hard time staying in the air. Is it her fault? Would it work better for her to lift her tail or would that ruin Don Quixote's balance? Kromer wants to help, but she's very quickly realizing that she has zero clue what she can offer in this situation.
So... Kromer remains to stay as still as possible, keeping quiet so she doesn't distract her friend. The lindwyrm holds her breath so Don Quixote can keep his grip on her. She keeps her movements slow as she turns her head to look up at him. Is he panicking? Is this something he's used to? Is he already tired?
Don Quixote is panicking.
A little bit.
But he hopes to keep it together enough as to not make his friend worry, flapping again as to get a little higher and to cover more distance. ...So much for his showing off his wings, speaking on how he could potentially fly— and now that he actually is, why. Is it not reasonable for him to fear dropping Kromer after all that?
He glides in the direction of the kitchen, losing altitude quicker than he thought, but he's! not about to give up just yet!
They go on for several feet from their starting point, having left behind the bedrooms— not far now from the kitchen!
...He is! Admittedly! A little tired!! But that's because! He's not! used to doing this!
They're descending slowly, now, but still Don Quixote tries to keep it up.
Ah. Even through Don Quixote's brave face and confident movements, Kromer can see his chest heaving. His wings tremble as they fly as if he is struggling to keep them afloat.
Kromer also realizes that they are sinking closer to the ground. Originally, the lindwyrm was brushing the ground with only a bit of her tail. But now... She can feel much more of her tail sliding across the ground. Her ventral scales bump across the carpet in an odd tingly sensation.
Don Quixote should probably be done flying. Kromer doesn't think he would willingly show his struggling, but she can tell that he is fully willing to push himself too hard and hurt himself instead of risking hurting Kromer. This situation isn't really fun anymore.
Kromer swings her tail around in front of the wyverns path so her ventral scales dig into the carpet. A brake. Don Quixote is keeping both of them upright and in the air, but Kromer is refusing to let them move on.
The lindwyrm offers a small huff, "I think this is a good place to land. If we land closer and there's someone in the kitchen, they may hear us."
If they crash into the ground either of them have a chance of getting hurt, and the noise could potentially attract someone to investigate. A good excuse to stop Don Quixote from pushing himself.
Kromer keeps her gaze on the wyvern, measuring his response to her decision.
