@cardstocke // forrest asked for: bat: my muse gets stuck in their bat form and your muse has to babysit them (whether they know it's your muse or not.)
"Here, baby baby baby."
Spirit stands on one of her rickety kitchen chairs and makes grabby hands at the nocturnal creature that's flown up towards her apartment sitting area's overhead light.
"Here, here, come here. I've got you. It's okay."
















