“So.. being an impu-,” Draal started hoarsely, “Polymorph. You... can turn into anyone? Anyone at all?”
“Ja.” Otto murmured, face burning as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “M-More or less.”
There was silence between them before, smirking, Draal laid an arm across his shoulder, the metal and rock heavy and steadfast.
“I bet you a pint of glug you can’t fully imitate me.”
“Ja?”Otto smiled, lips curling in the pale moonlight. “How about we bet on two, Mien Freund?”
Look. I know they’re on terrible terms at the start but, I needed a pick-me-up and just sketched some happy times with my two favs.








