YKNOW LIKE HAMTARO ☆ new form

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Frustration was dancing widely across Michael's new and fluffy fur as he sat in the sand, a scowl on his otherwise adorable face. The frustration only grew when others approached, although he tried his best not to snap at them despite the temptation. He addressed Salem first, glad that the other wasn't laughing at him in any capacity, "I'm alright, don't worry, just... frustrated as all hell." Half of him wanted to cross his new short front limbs over his chest, although he had no doubt that would only make him look more ridiculous. He opened his mouth to tell Salem what he had wanted to be, but was cut off by Seamus's approach, glaring coldly at the other when he heard his remorseless chuckling and saw the grin on his face. Short fluff spiked up in grumpiness, the thief found himself chattering away urgently, "I know it needs practice! That's why I was trying to do it... I'm comfortable shifting into my birth body. And I've been getting better at the snake one. But I was trying to do something new, you know? I was trying t–" The hamster was then cut off by the sound of utterly amused and bright, bubbly laughter, which he immediately recognized as his sister.

Whirling around on Roxie, Michael was intent on giving her a piece of his mind, but he wasn't given a chance to. Suddenly he was being lifted into the air, an unsophisticated squeak of panic leaving him as he thrashed and shouted, "Put me down, now! And stop fuckin' laughing at me! It ain't funny!" He let out a grunt as he was plopped down indignantly, glaring with small black eyes up at his sister. Her presence made him less eager to share what he had been trying to shift into, but eventually he sighed, muttering, "I was trying to become a coyote, alright? I didn't think it would be such a damn hassle, considering it's not even anything all that impressive..." He had hopes that Roxie wouldn't connect the dots on why he wanted to be a coyote, but they were small. Thankfully, the presence of a new face was enough to distract him – and hopefully everyone else – from his current situation. Glancing over as he heard Chickenbone's voice in his head, the reaver hesitated before speaking, "I... not everybody has shapeshifting. I just kinda... stumbled upon it, honestly. Who're you? Never seen a talking squirrel around here. Well... kinda talking." He knew it was a bit hypocritical to be skeptical about a talking squirrel in his current state, but it wasn't uncommon for Michael to be a hypocrite. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART