So... did anyone get turned into an animal that ISN'T cute and fucking fuzzy? I've seen cats, dogs, birds... Bakura is a damn cotton-ball with wings for chrissake
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[Gooooooood evening young fiendish foulmouth. Edgeworth can promise you that he is not a cute and fuzzy animal. He may or may not have a muzzle full of red at the moment.]
... Edgeworth. A polar bear. That's... pretty fucking good, actually, kekekeke! [And some people would beg to differ on the cute part. The blood doesn't bother him, he regularly eats raw meat and small animals in his large bat form, after all~] Whatcha been eatin'?
[He seems about as pleased as a bear can be at the idea of being a good selection of animal, almost as though he's about to give himself credit for the whole thing. When he tries to answer, though, the whole effect is spoiled by the fact that Hiruma is getting an earful of]
GRRRRAUGH. Hwwwuuurm. Hhfffff.
[Has a minor anger fit and smacks a paw into the miniature he's sitting on, clawing out a chunk of the ice. Not being able to talk is hell for someone like him.
With a rolling grumble, Edgeworth rolls the chunk of ice with his paw until it turns into a cow shaped object, and gently noses it upright.]
[Hiruma cackles at the noises!] Sucks not havin' proper vocal chords, don't it! [the boys tilts his head] Cow huh! I bought a side of beef once, but I couldn't eat it all, even with my metabolism.
[A loud snort--it most certainly does. He smashes the cow into nothing again.]
[Edgeworth then tilts his own head back in response; this is clearly a questioning movement. Possibly something specific like a 'when' or a 'why', but then, equally as likely that he just wants details about the mentioned beef. He's a frickin' bear, we just can't expect too much in the body language department here from him.]
[Bearworth looks kinda sickened by the thought. Day old watermelon, sure. All kinds of dead meat, yeah, all right. Fish... well, he never liked fish much, but they tasted better to this body than his normal one, so they were all right. BUGS, however? Yeeeech. Even if they are fried and crunchy.]
[About to protest the continuation of this train of speech when something begins to smell wrong in Moonybase; the big white critter glances from the comm to the house and back again, before nosing it in apology and managing to step on the off switch with a clawtip. Something is demanding his attention at the moment. Sorry, Hiruma! Try not to be smothered in fluffy kittens.]
[Blubber, man. Gotta eat it to live.]
[He bellows experimentally into the comm.]
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... Edgeworth. A polar bear. That's... pretty fucking good, actually, kekekeke! [And some people would beg to differ on the cute part. The blood doesn't bother him, he regularly eats raw meat and small animals in his large bat form, after all~] Whatcha been eatin'?
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GRRRRAUGH. Hwwwuuurm. Hhfffff.
[Has a minor anger fit and smacks a paw into the miniature he's sitting on, clawing out a chunk of the ice. Not being able to talk is hell for someone like him.
With a rolling grumble, Edgeworth rolls the chunk of ice with his paw until it turns into a cow shaped object, and gently noses it upright.]
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[Edgeworth then tilts his own head back in response; this is clearly a questioning movement. Possibly something specific like a 'when' or a 'why', but then, equally as likely that he just wants details about the mentioned beef. He's a frickin' bear, we just can't expect too much in the body language department here from him.]
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Hm? What's that look for? Bats are carnivores too, you know! Well, I'm an omnivore, kekeke. And one the size of a man can't subsist on mosquitoes.
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[Very large mosquitos, perhaps?]
[...Yeah, Edgeworth's sense of humor is still awful.]
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[About to protest the continuation of this train of speech when something begins to smell wrong in Moonybase; the big white critter glances from the comm to the house and back again, before nosing it in apology and managing to step on the off switch with a clawtip. Something is demanding his attention at the moment. Sorry, Hiruma! Try not to be smothered in fluffy kittens.]
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