75 Godiva, late Thursday night

[vdistinctive]

Eliot gnawed at the spot where his feathers met his fur with his beak. That sentence was the downside of this whole "griffon" thing. He was trying to get the damned dried chocolate out of his . . . pelt from his time practicing flying around the preserve today, chasing and getting chased by cotton candy clouds.

Dried sugar was a bitch to get out of both feathers and fur.

"Can someone get my brush? The really bristly one? Or -- possibly a curry comb. . . ."

[for the partners! And potentially epic slowplay.]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

"How come you get to be a griffon an' I'mma damn pony?" Hardison grumped. "At least you get claws. How'm I supposed to work a keyboard with only hooves?!"

He would be surprised at how well he could type when he got around to trying it. It wasn't easy, no, but it was surprisingly possible.

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, it's much better to slice everything I touch instead of crushing it," Eliot said. He didn't look nearly as grumpy about that as he probably should. "Might as well ask why I was a wolverine and you turned into a teddy-bear, man, there ain't no reason to it all."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Oh yeah. Toooootally no reason for it at all. Why Fandom chose those shapes was a myyysteryyy.

"Yo, you at least got somethin' like fingers," Hardison objected, raising a hoof right to Eliot's face. "Lookit that! What'm I supposed to do with that? I do exercises in the mornin' to keep my hands supple an' look at this!"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot extended one claw to poke the hoof. "Pinkie seems to be able to manage it."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Pinkie can pull a canon outta nowhere an' unhinge her jaw," Hardison pointed out. "I ain't Pinkie Pie."

Which they were all grateful for.

[vdistinctive]

". . . Have you tried pulling a cannon out of nowhere?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"No?" Hardison said, all consternation now. "Ain't sure how I'd even go about doin' it."