[Atem's a brat. News at 11. It might almost come off that Ryou's mad, the way he squints and scowls...but actually, he's putting effort into remembering how the wings connect to his body, what muscles control them, and then...finally pulling them back.
His facial expression relaxes once they're spread wide open. It's actually quite an expressive wingspan, he imagines. They have to be big, to carry his weight.]
There. Alright. I think...maybe I ought to get a better feel for them...
[So saying, he tries to stretch them upward, reflexively stretching his body as well. It, again, takes some doing, but by the end of it, the tips of his primaries are pointed straight up, and the bat wing is stretched upward as well. Hands are clasped over his head as well, arms stretched up so luxuriantly as to pull his shirt up and reveal just a bit of his furred belly. Oops.
(The shirt probably isn't long for this world, not once he starts flying. But he's not worried about that.)
...He purrs lowly as he relaxes and lowers his wings. Stretching feels nice!
As he starts to flap them partially, to get a rhythm down, he glances at Atem.]
Um, sorry. Do you stretch before you fly, or do you just...do it? I know this seems unnecessary, but I'm a little...um. I don't want to jump without knowing that I can flap them.
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[Atem's a brat. News at 11. It might almost come off that Ryou's mad, the way he squints and scowls...but actually, he's putting effort into remembering how the wings connect to his body, what muscles control them, and then...finally pulling them back.
His facial expression relaxes once they're spread wide open. It's actually quite an expressive wingspan, he imagines. They have to be big, to carry his weight.]
There. Alright. I think...maybe I ought to get a better feel for them...
[So saying, he tries to stretch them upward, reflexively stretching his body as well. It, again, takes some doing, but by the end of it, the tips of his primaries are pointed straight up, and the bat wing is stretched upward as well. Hands are clasped over his head as well, arms stretched up so luxuriantly as to pull his shirt up and reveal just a bit of his furred belly. Oops.
(The shirt probably isn't long for this world, not once he starts flying. But he's not worried about that.)
...He purrs lowly as he relaxes and lowers his wings. Stretching feels nice!
As he starts to flap them partially, to get a rhythm down, he glances at Atem.]
Um, sorry. Do you stretch before you fly, or do you just...do it? I know this seems unnecessary, but I'm a little...um. I don't want to jump without knowing that I can flap them.
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