Who: Elfangor, Matt, and Rin
Status: closedish (Marco can feel free to swing by)
Style: Prose, past
Where: Outside of Mizusato
When: Week 21, Day 5 (not long after Peter and Sam's video)
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, as per usual
Warnings: Just said cussing.
Summary: More morphing practice, with a new recruit.
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what prime directive? )
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A distraction, yes, he needed a distraction from this, needed to not think about what had happened not too long ago. And so he allowed Matt to drag him out of the house, barely aware of where he was leading them, didn't really want to process it. Just wanted to not think (remember) for a little while, and so he stared up at the trees around them as they went.
"Where are we going?"
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"You don't need to be thinking about this." It worried Matt more than he wanted to admit, when Elfangor just sort of checked right out like this. What could Matt really do, after all, to help one of the strongest people he knew deal with something no one at all should've had to face? For the first time in a while, he caught himself thinking that it wasn't fair, to die and have to keep going. To be done and have shit keep happening, and, god, he wouldn't have wanted either of them to really be dead for good, not in a million years, but it was still true that people weren't meant to have to process their own damn murders.
He felt better just being outside, and if he stopped short of swiping Elfangor's Hitomi now, it was only because he had a better distraction in mind. "Didn't you say something once about teaching me to tail-fight?"
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But then his attention was diverted to Matt's words, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a ghost of a smile. "You wish to do that now?"
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The idea of morphing his boyfriend was a little weird, but Matt had morphed sentient beings before. He actually sort of thought dolphins counted, in that they had moods and wishes. More power to them, he figured, that their main mood was happy and their main wish to play.
"And if you don't mind."
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When they drew up to a field, Elfangor swiftly surveyed the area. The ground was fairly level, which would be necessary for this sort of training. A low-lying layer of fog clung to the trees surrounding the field, but not so thickly that it would cause too much of an issue with visibility. Yes, this would work just fine.
That decided, he stripped down to his bike shorts and demorphed, and then he reached out for Matt's hand.
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