[ One thing to say for the Fourth, he's to the point. Something Rafe can appreciate in the midst of everything else about their situation and it's creeping on that half-hour mark when he exits his room. His arm itched like a son of a bitch when the circuits first fused but it's easing fast.
He doesn't feel any different as he comes back downstairs to find Fenris and show he's in— Well, as many pieces as he went up in. The frustration at the lack of immediate change (not any stronger that he can tell, no wings, no laser eyes, definitely not any larger, dammit) makes him sour, distracts him from noticing the lack of shadow he casts in the already-darkened house.
So Fenris may be startled when Rafe's voice comes from seemingly nowhere as he invisibly glides toward the couch. ]
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He doesn't feel any different as he comes back downstairs to find Fenris and show he's in— Well, as many pieces as he went up in. The frustration at the lack of immediate change (not any stronger that he can tell, no wings, no laser eyes, definitely not any larger, dammit) makes him sour, distracts him from noticing the lack of shadow he casts in the already-darkened house.
So Fenris may be startled when Rafe's voice comes from seemingly nowhere as he invisibly glides toward the couch. ]
Here's hoping we don't live to regret this.