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"Mmm hmm perhaps we could cut longways down the sleeves and warp the fabric over the ends of the needles..? I am not sure of it's practicality but it's a try!" He began the usual soft giggle until Needle decided to play with him a bit.

He was like a Tickle-Me-Trollmo doll. The gigg;es began to rise and soon were uncontrollable. Her intangible hands ruffled the feathers only enough to make them tickle and because of how cool they were he couldn't help but squirm and shuffled.

The laughted continued, body heaving and shaking, even when he started to have breath wheeze through his jagged beak.

"Tic--Tickklles!!"

Even after she'd stopped he was still giggling. It too a few moments for it all to subside and for the strix to settle down. He'd never been tickled except for when he was younger and playing with his brother. That had been YEARS ago!

"Sure!" And then without further ado he shuddered. The noises were sickening this close to him, popping bones and stretching sinew. It was like his body was reworking itself but in moments he was standing in front of her in a his normal form and didn't seem pained or bothered by the shift at all.

His hair seemed wilder, like it had been mussed, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He was vestless for once but wore a coat anyway, which he was now pulling off. To Needle his outline definitely looked a bit more disheveled than usual.

"Let me just.." He used a talon to slice lengthwise down the sleeve and held it out for her to put her arms through carefully.

Muka very carefully began to wrap the fabric around her arms. he covered the needles, thankfully they clung to the jacket sleeves nicely. When they pushed through he may be poked but this seemed adequate for now.

His eyes darted up to her face when she asked about his appearance. He hadn't intended on shifting to this form and so had not dressed himself fully after his evening's activities.

"Oh ahh.. Hmmm.." For once his honesty was not as forthcoming. He clacked his teeth in thought. "It's not a subject for alady such as yourself." He grinned politely.

"How about.." Muka hooted uneasily for a moment. "You fly with me and we'll find someplace private and I will tell you!" He seemed more pleased with that solution. At least he didn't have to worry about anyone hearing who didn't want to hear. It was hardly a subject for standing in front of ghost dorms.

Once her arms were covered, he thoroughly examined them. Deeming them fine, he backed up and with another painfully graphic sounding transformation, he shook his large head.

"Ready.. But your hmm.. hands out." He backed towards her until her fingers found the feathers between his wings. Muka hunkered down so his neck was easily grabable.

Muka tried not to s**t too much. Thankfully his feathers on his neck were extra thick so hopefully the worst he would be in for was a few tiny pokes.

His legs extended into a strong jumping hop to a branch and then the eaves of the ghost dorm. With a little more height he easily leapt off the roof. The massive wings spread out on either side of Needle and his light body caught air. In the past he could only stay low if he carried another student but he'd gotten bigger and stronger and Needle's weight didn't seem to impede their speed or altitude.

The strix tried to glide slowly and moved them over the tops of the forest's trees. He figured that part of flying, besides the feeling, was actually seeing things below you. He hope she could see the branches, leaves and widllife at least a little bit with being this close.

Maybe scarily close.

The flight wasn't long and finally Muka slowed, gliding in a circle until he landed gently on top of one of the many hills in Halloween. His keen eyes could catch the blue and orange twinkles of Amityville, not very far away.

He winced just a bit as one of the needles poked and he crouched and leaned for her to slide down his back to the top of the hill. There were trees around them and minipets in the dark rustling and fighting and making horrible noises. The usual Halloween soundtrack.

"Are you alright?" His entire body thrummed with the question.

"Just a hill.." He giggled and then after a moment he shuffled backwards away from the hill's curl and just tucked his wings against him and perched. After a further contemplation, he shifted again. That painful mess of noises and the jacketless boil was sitting in the short greying turf. He chose a spot away from vines and rocks. "It's not far. I can see school." He chirped reassuringly.

"I think I decided on a tattoo. Perhaps for after prom?" This was not what he was there to talk about, but seeing his own hand extend to help her, it made him remember. "Something on the backs of my hands." He giggled. "Then you will see them!" Why his hands specifically? Not sure but they were politely not hidden by the majority of his outfits.

There may have been the teeniest bit of redirection from the topic at hand.

He extended his hand for her when she requested it and let her explore it with her fingers. "My skin is ah.. hmm greyish." He did at least tell her that much. "Light grey. Like my father." It would help with the tattoo right? "I am interested in the pain a bit.." he giggled. "That may sound odd but I have not experienced much real pain in my life."

He looked past her as well, as she held his hand and felt along the joints. His hands were soft, not used to any sort of hard labor or effort. His talons seemed manicured. Muka's hands did seem a bit spindly, large.

"Ah.. hmm yes.. " Muka's head bobbled a bit more. He was developing a nervous movement though he didn't quite understand nervousness yet. "Well I am not very good with roundabout things, Miss Needle." Somehow he'd lapsed back into Miss for this delicate conversation.

"What do you know of sex? Copulation? Intercourse?" He was very quick with it. As eager to finally blurt it to someone as he was eager to hear the answer.