then forward, and before he quite realizes what he’s doing, he hops onto a low workbench. His feet easily find their place among beakers and tools, and he crouches with perfect poise, tail working to keep him steady.
“Ha! That’s—whoa, okay, I like this.” He tests it more, rising to his feet, —
“Ha! That’s—whoa, okay, I like this.” He tests it more, rising to his feet, —
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His gaze darts back to Viktor, the enthusiasm dimming just a bit. “But, uh... how long is this gonna last? You know, before I start climbing the furniture and knocking over cups just ‘cause they’re there?”
“Bear in mind your other extremities don’t seem affected, you won’t suddenly be able to survive a far fall like a feline Vastaya might.”
He cautions him just—
As for the length…
He shrugs, light & unbothered. “Who knows?” It’s chirped far too casual & light. “This is the first time this sort of thing has happened. There’s no way to tell for now.”
“Honestly? This is kinda fun. Might even be useful, once we get the hang of it. At least we didn't turn into toads or something!”
It’s weird, yeah, —
“I'll have to see Blue about this,” he decides aloud, scratching one of his new ears thoughtfully. “Maybe I —
He jumps off the workbench, landing effortlessly, tail balancing him perfectly. “Anyway, I actually came by to hang out, but... I’m guessing you’d rather be alone for a while? Y’know, to work this out. I’ll get outta your fur.”