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Ferros had given Jordan the sandwich he'd acquired in the cafeteria and extracted a promise that his hunter would eat. The dragon was used to the faint and nagging ache, greater or lesser depending on how long it had been since he'd last fed and what state of mind Jordan was in, but feeling the physical gnawing of hunger remain ignored in his human's body bothered him. Like this, he could do something about the problem, or at least try.

It was strange to be in a shape familiar and yet unknown like this. He knew he had been this shape before, sensed it in his structure and the easy way he walked on two legs, but he had no memory of it, only fragmentary recollections of being taller, longer, splendidly huge, having a shape in which he could push down trees like scareling toys. Yet this was also his own shape.

He watched his human move down the hall, returning to the dorms; Ferros wasn't yet ready to return to the room in which they lived, feeling that it would be awkwardly small. Jordan would be all right without him for a few hours. Once his human was out of sight, he returned his attention to the other weapon who sat perched on his arm, studying the fallen angel. It was comfortable to carry Tracey this way, and faintly, strangely familiar.

"What shall we do now?" Ferros inquired, and checked the doors behind them to see if Byr had followed. The jackalope had had several helpful suggestions as to what weapons might do upon finding themselves suddenly, if briefly, independent.

Byr indeed followed the others out with a calm smile. They seemed pretty clueless about what to do with all this new found freedom, "So there's absolutely nothing either of you had longed to try from your weaponized forms?" He mentally registered that one boil was still carrying the other the look on his face turning quite curious, "Are you two... ahem... boilfriends?" He was starting to turn almost as blunt as Rin was.

"I think I could dance once, I don't know if I still could. I can certainly still fly. I missed it." He sprawled a little lazier and flexed his wings for effect. "William spends a lot of his time looking down, he doesn't look up half as much as he should." He still dreamed of the freedom of flight, even within Rep's thoughts. "I would like to fly again maybe." But at the same time, to fly would be to go where the others couldn't follow, it would be to leave the metal boil's arms, that alone was cause to hesitate.

Byr got a baffled look, and Tracey's answer wasn't as abrupt or instinctual as Ferros. There was surprise more than anything else that anyone would ask that question of them both and a feeling that the other boil would never have been interested in such a thing. The wistful sadness returned and he looked up a him. The immediacy of Ferros' denial made him tilt his head slightly and frown, admitting, "I think you remember more than me."

The harder he tried to recall the harder it got, all there was were faint echoes of hurt - like running fingertips over long healed scars and guessing at their cause - and some persistent and enduring comfort that had held steady. "I feel like things are missing. And I didn't feel they were missing before." he sounded huffy at this revelation. "I don't like it. I didn't realise I was a jigsaw and someone stole my corner pieces!"

"I don't remember," Ferros said, frustrated. "I couldn't - I wasn't - " The fragmentary feelings slipped from his grasp even as he stretched after memories that weren't there. He lifted his free hand and caught Tracey's smaller hand, bending his head to lay a metal cheek against the palm. "Traciel," he said, and closed his eyes a moment, frustrated at a hurt that seemed sourceless.

Remembering, then, that Byr was there, that they were undoubtedly confusing the jackalope, he released Tracey's hand with a sigh. "You should fly," he agreed, and shook the pipes on his shoulderblades with a rattle and a puff of steam. "I could not. But you can. What you say is very fair," he said to Byr, attempting to shake the lingering feeling of melancholy and frustration.

Byr was unquestionably confused, uncertain if he'd missed something entirely as the two went from a very clear no to fondling and kissing and acting even more like boilfriends. He squinted suspiciously at them, were they toying with him? Byr don't play them games.

His distrustful thoughts quieted down to watch the fallen soar and do intricate little tricks. He was almost mesmerized by the show until he fell to just hovering his head tilting at Traciel and his question, "Oh. Oh yes, I can jump." He gave a little bounce to demonstrate, "I do have correctly working legs after all."

Tracey simply smiled broadly at Byr's reply before agreeing with Ferros, pointing a clawed finger at the shorter boil.

"Can't jackalope jump higher than that? " He hovered a little nearer to the ground to plant his feet for a moment and push off, climbing a few meters into the air. "Like that maybe? I could be wrong, I just remember vaguely like everything else. Maybe you can do something else!"

"I have heard that big feet can cause many misunderstandings," Ferros said gravely.

He tilted his head slightly, consideringly. "I could smash things, and set them on fire. But I can still do that."