Harrow reaches for the thermos, but Steve's suggestion just makes too much sense. And besides, he could down all that soup with his doggy snout in about 0.5 seconds. Honestly, he could probably eat the whole thermos, but something tells him Steve might not appreciate that.
He shifts back to his human form in an instant with a swirl of grey smoke. His magical girl transformation is almost too quick to catch with the naked eye, and certainly too quick for glitter and ribbons. Now he's just some pale-skinned schlub wearing jersey shorts in the middle of the winter.
He hooks his thumb into the waistband of his pants, pulls it outward, then lets it snap back against his skin. "It's called elastic! It's real neat stuff. I got a shirt in my bag but it's hidin' your presents. You go head and lead us up, man. The sooner we're in the room the sooner you don't gotta be jealous of these pecs."
Harrow looks down at his chest as he bounces his pecs, and he laughs at the show. Poor Steve deserves better than a friend like this.
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Date: 2015-12-26 06:13 pm (UTC)He shifts back to his human form in an instant with a swirl of grey smoke. His magical girl transformation is almost too quick to catch with the naked eye, and certainly too quick for glitter and ribbons. Now he's just some pale-skinned schlub wearing jersey shorts in the middle of the winter.
He hooks his thumb into the waistband of his pants, pulls it outward, then lets it snap back against his skin. "It's called elastic! It's real neat stuff. I got a shirt in my bag but it's hidin' your presents. You go head and lead us up, man. The sooner we're in the room the sooner you don't gotta be jealous of these pecs."
Harrow looks down at his chest as he bounces his pecs, and he laughs at the show. Poor Steve deserves better than a friend like this.