Man, that guy's totally stealing all my thunder with you.
[Marco's brows raise, and he offers her a slightly crooked smile. It's still awkward, but it's less so when she's starting to go back to her usual dismissive Chyler self. It feels a little more natural than that weird polite blankness she had going on before.]
You might have seen boys naked before, but those boys weren't me. Wouldn't want to blow your mind or anything.
[Licking his lips, Marco exhales heavily and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on the form of the Hork-Bajir in his mind. For a long moment, he's still, and then, with a sickening crunch and a sort of gooshing sound, his neck sprouts upward at an alarming pace, until his normal head is on top of a long, serpentine neck.]
Gross.
[A moment later, the rest of him starts catching up, his shoulders broadening, his spine elongating, a tail sprouting from the base of it, long and serpentine while his shoulders hunch forward and his hips widen. There's a grinding sound as his knees reverse direction, and he crumples forward, catching himself on hands that are swelling and enlarging, the knuckles popping as they become pronounced and thick. His torso broadens, muscles rippling up and over his shoulders and chest and belly, his thighs, even as his skin becomes more leathery, thick and slightly scaled and green.
And then the blades start to appear. Razor-sharp, they emerge at every joint, bursting from his forearms, his wrists, his elbows. The nails on his fingers and toes thicken and harden into claws, sharp and menacing, and his nose and mouth meld together like playdough, then harden into a beak as three forward-swept blades erupt from the top of his head. In the end, he's a seven-foot monstrosity that looks like it's somewhere between a snake, lizard, and T-Rex.]
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[Marco's brows raise, and he offers her a slightly crooked smile. It's still awkward, but it's less so when she's starting to go back to her usual dismissive Chyler self. It feels a little more natural than that weird polite blankness she had going on before.]
You might have seen boys naked before, but those boys weren't me. Wouldn't want to blow your mind or anything.
[Licking his lips, Marco exhales heavily and closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on the form of the Hork-Bajir in his mind. For a long moment, he's still, and then, with a sickening crunch and a sort of gooshing sound, his neck sprouts upward at an alarming pace, until his normal head is on top of a long, serpentine neck.]
Gross.
[A moment later, the rest of him starts catching up, his shoulders broadening, his spine elongating, a tail sprouting from the base of it, long and serpentine while his shoulders hunch forward and his hips widen. There's a grinding sound as his knees reverse direction, and he crumples forward, catching himself on hands that are swelling and enlarging, the knuckles popping as they become pronounced and thick. His torso broadens, muscles rippling up and over his shoulders and chest and belly, his thighs, even as his skin becomes more leathery, thick and slightly scaled and green.
And then the blades start to appear. Razor-sharp, they emerge at every joint, bursting from his forearms, his wrists, his elbows. The nails on his fingers and toes thicken and harden into claws, sharp and menacing, and his nose and mouth meld together like playdough, then harden into a beak as three forward-swept blades erupt from the top of his head. In the end, he's a seven-foot monstrosity that looks like it's somewhere between a snake, lizard, and T-Rex.]
<See what I mean?>