Jan 20
“Not bad, no?”
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“Not bad, no?”
m!a: you are now a flier! plane, helicopter, shuttle- whatever doesn't matter as long as you're flight capable. lasts 48 hours.
“When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect— er, this.”
Rung lifts a newly re-shaped arm, splaying his elongated fingers wide to display the flexible membrane between them.
Pointed ears swivel as he worries his bottom lip with tiny sharp teeth.
“…the little tail is cute, though.”
“……..”
“…CAN I hang upside-down like this, though.”
"How is it that I look away, and something new is always happening to you?" Megatron tried for exasperated, but realistically... Rung fit every single look he was ever given by those little grey faces. He had to hand it to them, they had good taste. "Trouble seems to find you, always."
Megatron! As soon as he speaks, Rung rouses from his makeshift cocoon to crawl into his Conjunx’s arms instead, wide ears twitching as he nuzzles into Megatron’s neck. “It sounds to me like the solution is obvious. You simply have to never look away, and then you’ll never have to worry.”
This was actually more comfortable than he’d accounted for. He’s fairly certain his wings aren’t large enough, or he’d try wrapping Megatron up in them too.
BAT.
Eastern red bat to be specific. Very fluffy.
Extending his wings means he can wrap them around himself like a cozy built-in blanket, which is pretty nice.
But he’s yet to actually try flying. Rung’s been mostly focused on getting the hang of crawling around in beast mode and getting used to alternating between beast and root mode.
The urge is there. But so is the urge to be real comfy and make little peeping noises, and being comfy is winning.
offering rung a hand to sit in.
And he is going to take that offered hand, grabbing with his little feets so he can climb up and sploot over Jack’s wrist.
Nice.
“This is all very silly, isn’t it?” Rung sighs, face mooshed into warm armor. “I’d never thought about having a beast mode before. I don’t mind it.”