[#004 (video)]

[brothertragedy]

[The recording begins with an unfamiliar face; that of a pale-skinned woman, framed by very long purple-tinted hair, smiling brightly at the network. Her eyes are golden and she looks pompously over-dressed and covered in frills, topped off with a little black crown on her head: only said crown appears to be issuing long blue-purple flames without burning her hair... some trick!

She looks more suited to some sort of masquerade ball rather than the library she's standing in the middle of.]

My~! It really has been quite some time!

[She lifts her purple balloon dress and turns around. That ridiculous size is definitely supported by a cage.] I've gotten used to flying, I must admit.

[The smile then promptly turns into a frown as she narrows her eyes, looking annoyed, and reaches out to pick the cell phone off of whatever supported it to aim the camera at a silvery-grey cat that looks terrified as it clumsily falls over its own paws. The cat miserably makes another attempt at standing on all fours and yowls.]

However, I'm not sure my Master appreciates his form change. I'd appreciate it if he's turned back!

[She ends the feed.]

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[brothertragedy]

[He blinks, then tries, very hesitantly, to stretch out— only to tumble on his face with back legs in the air, like a clumsy kitten. Almost there!

He stands up and tries it again with slightly better results (no face-planting with kitty-fanny up in the air, at the very least), but he's still wobbly.

Oh, look, the claws slid out!] ...!

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[maoser]

[Mao sticks around, mostly out of amusement. It's not often he gets to see another shapeshifter fail so miserably.

But you're improving, kiddo.]

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[brothertragedy]

[He is so pleased that his plight is entertaining! ... well, at least Mao's continued presence is helpful.

After the stretch, his hind legs catch up rather comically to his forelegs, making him look rather like a rebounding Slinky dog in how uncoordinated his movements are.

At least the more complicated stretch helped make standing seem much simpler by comparison. Looks, he's standing! This is an improvement!]

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[maoser]

[Fffft. Mao is so impressed.]

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[brothertragedy]

[Well, maybe this isn't so bad!

He tentatively steps towards Mao, before flopping onto his bottom in an upright sitting position, tail up in the air. Successful! This isn't so bad, not bad at all, actually!

... oh, but it feels like his fur's been ruffled by the previous stumbling. Without putting much thought into it, he stretches out the leg with the offensively ruffled fur and begins smoothing it out with his tongue—] Ghk! [Why did he feel compelled to lick his own leg?!]

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[maoser]

[Because you're a cat, dimwit.]