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Not lizards? ... huh. Science is really moving fast isn't it?

[Pretty cool. He listens to the dinosaur rampage. ]

Don't really know how the ancestors of my species got this far considering your ancestors were those things.

[Evolution didn't always make sense.]

Speaking of my species, you up for some hunting of our own in the lost bins?

< ...I have no idea, it's what wikipedia says. Dinosaurs had feathers. Real ones, not movie ones. >

[Which they don't seem to in the movie. It must be old, and all the scientists in it morons.]

< I wonder why they didn't stick to bringing back herbivores. Things that won't eat the kids. And... okay. For clothes? >

Have you ever done something just to see if you can? And then realized it was a huge mistake? I always thought it was like that. And also probably some guy up top with more money than care. That's always a thing.

[But back on non-hypothetical topics.]

Anyway, yes! Clothes! Or anything else that looks useful that no one's claimed in a while.

< Those kids are the only smart ones in the movie. Besides the raptors. They learned how to open doors in seconds. >

[Look at this modern dinosaur, acting like he's a real critic with opinions that matter. He reaches out with beak and tongue, pausing it.]

< Sure. If you don't have to do other things first? >

No classes, nothing to mark, no guitar lessons today.

[He shrugs.]

Imelda won't be stopping by yet. No time like the present so long as you're up for the adventure.

[He offers his arm to perch on.]

< I guess if it takes too long, you can always text her. >

[Not this again, dude. Bah.]

< Still not okay with slicing you open. Oh. You should probably put your skin back on, by the way. >

Wh- there's nothing to slice! It's bone! I can do partial shifts you know!

[He waves his hand and in the next moment, he's shining and whole again.]

You just don't want me to look cool with a hawk on my arm. And do you have to say it like Imelda does? Makes it even grosser.

[He opens the door for Tobias and collects his cane.]

< Oh, huh. I didn't know you could... I can't. I'd have fun with it if I could, but I can't stop halfway through. I have to go forwards or backwards. >

[Which is a pity. He could temporarily change his wings to arms and hands sometimes, that would be useful.]

< Also, because it's funny. I'll do it if you swear it won't hurt...? >

[Anyone else, he'd trust to look after their own best interests. Literally anyone else.]

Yeah! It was a trick I picked up on the run from the cops one time. It comes in handy. Like one time my arm got shattered and I had to wait a week for these guys to heal it, but obviously I couldn't stay a skeleton so I went partial while they worked on it. Which, on that note, unless you're capable of actually crushing or shattering it, should be fine.

[He brings his power to work, focusing it until the flesh draws back from his arm, the rest of him whole. He lifts it for Tobias to see before going to that desk. He pulks out a glove (previously snatched from the list and found by Teto), hiding skeletal fingers, then pulls his sleeve back down to hide the rest.]

I don't do it often because it takes a continuous focus, but it's nothing painful. Maybe someday it'll be like that for you! You can't do it now but you never know. There was plenty I couldn't do at first.

... It would be pretty funny too.

[He hopes he's not capable of crushing a grown man's bones, the way he can much smaller skulls, because here goes nothing. Fluttering from his branch to Héctor's arm and grasping as gently as he can, he perches on the gloved hand. He's all fluff and feathers.]

< Maybe, with a lot more practice. You haven't seen me do it, it's pretty bizarre. I can't choose which changes come first. It's different every time. All good? >

[Tobias lands and his arm takes the weight but doesn't fall nor crack. He grins wider, entirely too pleased with himself. This is cool. He feels super cool.]

Definitely. I feel like some kind of wise warrior king or something.

[He is not even close to any of those things.

He starts out the door. It's probably easier for Tobias this way than trying to fly inside, he thinks.]

I gotta admit, I'm a little morbidly curious about how your transformation looks, but you've said looking might be a bad idea a few times. Must have taken you by surprise the first time it happened.

< It wasn't one of my best days. But it didn't take me long to start having fun with it... like the whole dragonfly thing. They don't seem impressive, until you are one. It's very cool. >

[Once you get over the horror of having bug legs burst out of your skin!!]

< They're so fast for being that small. Kind of like having a rocket strapped to your back. >

I know what you mean. About having fun with after a while.

[He'd been terrified at first. He'd wanted himself, everything, to go back to normal. But a bunch of bones is who he is now.]

But I could see that with the dragonflies too, actually. I've always thought they were pretty fast as they are. Those guys and hummingbirds. I imagine being a hummingbird would feel like teleporting.

< Hummingbirds are insane. Probably easier to catch than the dragonfly, though. That took me three days. >

[Such a tiny and fast target, but he didn't have anything better to do! Have to entertain yourself somehow.]

Really? I don't know, Toby, I've caught a dragonfly but I've definitely never caught a hummingbird before.

[He doesn't blame chasing one for three days though. He'd do it.

He takes them both across the yard, to the main building.]

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[Toby. First time in his life anyone has given him a nickname...]

< Have you ever tried? >

[He says, as if he has. A couple times he comes close to unfolding his wings, not used to balancing on a person's hand, but that's all.]

[He would have been called chamaco but someone said he's not a kid!]

Okay, no, but it's easier to catch a dragonfly without crushing it than a hummingbird.

[For every time that Tobias wavers he tries to steady himself more.]

Sorry. Almost there.

[As if he knows what chamaco means.]

< I don't know about that. Both are probably tricky. How many hummingbirds have you squashed? >

[...now he's just being a little shit.]

[He squints.]

Me!? None! My daughter would never forgive me! I should be asking you!

< I don't... think so. I don't remember going after a hummingbird. >

[Other small cute critters? Of course. He is a predator.]

That proves it then! Hummingbirds are harder to catch!

[The brief tour outside is over. He takes them back in and to the lost and found, a big, cavernous wooden bin. He lowers Tobias a bit so he can hop off and grip the bins edge.]

< I'm not sure you understand the whole idea of proof. >

[He's teasing. Badly. And yes, hopping off the guy's arm to dig his talons into the wood instead, peering at the box of stuff. Free stuff. Nice...]

It's proof of elimination. Or something.

[His words go muffled as he simply tips right in.]

I see... a jacket... a sock... a shoe for the other foot... pudding cup...

[Oh, wonderful, isn't the pudding going to rot in there.

Well, it's not his problem.

He can see a bit of what looks like feathers on a t-shirt in there...]

< Look to the left, there's a shirt. >

[He pulls the shirt free and lifts a brow at it.]

I am a lie. What the heck does that mean?

[He turns it to display for Tobias.]

Would this work?

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