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Iamel was big. BIG! He had grown approximately three feet - he had measured - and he was skinny with WINGS and he looked at LEAST seventeen and OH THE JOY.

This joy, of course, had to be spread to his bestest best friendin the whole best friend world: Diacyn.

Yes, he was still thinking a bit childishly but that would fade, soon enough.

So! Prepped out in one of his snarky shirt,s black new jeans and all that good s**t, the woodpecker found himself in front of Taylors dorm. Knock knock knock! His voice was deeper then before, still pitched a bit nasally, but it was him.

"Taylor? Diacyn?"

"Hi?" Iamel offered the minute his friend poked out, a grin on his lips. He had FUR under that PIERCED lower lip. It was cool! It was FUN. All in all - it had been a decent week. Shiniee was back and he was grown and Diacyn was staring at him. All was well.

The woodpecker squeaked rather loudly as he was tackled. The clutched-onto legs wavered and Iamel soon found himself on the ground, bony a** first, hands on the floor. Face-to-face with Diacyn. But he was still grinning. "I grew up! It hurt like a ********, though. Right in the mall." He nodded and wriggled his legs experimentally under the snowy owl.

"Hi, Taylor! Do I look older? I feel older."

"I dunno how tall we'll all get - I haven't talked to Shanuh yet." The poking made him squeak, foot moving to give the boys stomach a little boy in retaliation. Mwuahaha! He was flexible still!

"The mall is a place where you buy clothes and stuff. I was yelling at 'Keelah and it... well, growing hurts a LOT. I thought I was being ripped apart and I fell and when I looked up again.. I was taller then my Shiniee! Oh! AND Shiniee came home! He was gone but now he's back."

Another firm nod and then the woodpecker reached over, grabbing the owl under his arms. It was akward sitting like that. A pause and then he pulled Diacyn up higher on his frame, making a soft oof noise. "My kneeeeeeees. Thy're gonne bruise now, jerk." Poking his temple, "I haven't tried to fly yet...they're still sore."

He laughed at the tugging of his chin-fuzz, shoving at the others bald head. "I fear when the rest of you guys grow. I might be the shortest one again, but I was the FIRST. So there." The woodpecker snickered and then paused at the question about hsi shiniee and his smile.

"Yeah.. he, uhm. Just walked out of the house. Didn't come back for almst a month. But he's back now." A firm nod and for some reason, his face was red. He didn't like talking about hsi SHniee missing until - "I found him and slammed him with a shopping cart. He's all bruised up because of it."

Iamel smirked in rememberance of slamming his Shiniee with the car, one hand moving to rub at the shinie baldness of his friends head fondly. "Okay. We'll have to try doin' that. I want to fly - it'd be SO cool."

"I saw him in the store, got angry, slammed him with a cart. I got SO mad that I made the elevator we were in shut off." He grinned at that, a little proudly, "Then I threw apples at him. He was bruised up." Another nod from the woodpecker, hand reaching for Diacyns ears - she he was pulled.

Iamel stumbled with him, body still akward and that was when he wasn't being pulled by a diminutive Drip of Despair. "Shiniee says I can't drive 'till I stop acting like a ten year old." His nose wrinkled, hesitating slightly at the window. "... I dunno. I've never flown before, Diacyn. If I die, Shanuh would be PISSED."

"If I bleed, I think I can die." Iamel laughed a little, fingers moving down to hook the hem of his shirt. "Fine.. fine. I'm gonna try. But I swear to god, Diacyn, if I die and you let Xaxis EAT me, I'm going to haunt you and eat your face. Yeah?"

His hands tug and he pulled his shirt up, over his head, nose wrinkling. "Hold my shirt, Taylor. I like it." The woodpecker tossed the shirt towards the girl and Iamel moved towards the window, sliding onto the window sill and toeing off his boots as well. They'd weigh him down.

Iamel gave Taylor a ragged grin at her frantic yelp, wriggling his green socks enthusiastically. "Suicide is Shanuh," He informed her cheerfully, leaning back to lock his arms on the outside of the window sill. There was sun on his back - it felt rather refreshing.

The wings, themselves, stretched to their fullest. They flapped a few times, flexing their muscles, and Iamel ducked so his head was outside too. "I just make things blow UP!" He was laughing, almost yelling the words.

Bare toes flexed on the ground, legs hiking up to press on the inside sil and to propell the rest of his body up. So now he was standing, stomach pressed against the window, feet on the sil and his head and most of his upper torso outside of the window.

He was still laughing.

"Be prepared to catch me, Diacyn!" The woodpecker whooped. His feet shifted back on the window sill of the poor girls bedroom ....


.....

and he jumped.

Surprisingly, he didn't die. There were no glorious flights like in X-men but... he was there. in the air. A gust of air had caught his wings, and he was hovering there momentarily, wings flapping roughly in the wind.

He was still laughing, hands reaching out for the ledge. "******** ******** ********! I'm too heavy! Wings can't do it!" Iamel snorted out, hands grsping the edge of the window as his wings began to flag, scramblin to pull himself up.

"s**t! Help me up!"

His fingers moved to grip Diacyns smaller wrist like a lifeline, bare feet scraping on the side of the building. "I'm not heavy!" He grunted, stomach and shoulders straining to pull himself up. Taylors wrist, too, was clutched as they began a stuggle uwards into the room.

The woodpecker rolled inside, landing on his back, laughing still. The rush was coursing through his veins still, making him rather giddy. Diacyn was hovering about him and Taylor was freaking out... The woodpecker just gave her a rough grin. His chest heaved with endorphine-fueled pants, eyes sliding shut finally.

"Not now," He agreed, voice hoarse from his own brief scare - despite the smile on his face, "But practice later. We're NOT in the realms of normal s**t, Taylor. Practice WILL make us stronger, physics be damned."

Iamel pushed himself up slowly, head tilting back to peer up, once again, at Diacyn. "YOU almost looked like you were floatin' for a minute there, though. Got a little higher."