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Five pigeons, one with a beetle glued to her foot, fly to Seattle and find the aquarium and the orca tanks.
There is one with just one orca in it.
Five pigeons land on the glass edge of the tank.
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palmofyourhand
Ethan comes down the stairs and passes him in the hall.
"You have your trousers on backward," he observes.
"You have your trousers on backward," he observes.
palmofyourhand
"If you were trying to pass for a normal human, yes. Since everyone here knows better, I don't think it's a problem."
morphbox
"Ah. Ahhhhhh." Ax continues, backwards pants and all, into the kitchen, sniffing the air curiously. <This smell is much more arresting with this nose than with my usual nose,> he remarks.
"Out of necessity we've been doing some experimenting with eating in morph," Bella says, "do you happen to have more precise information about it?"
morphbox
<It will continue to sustain a person for a few days, but how long beyond that depends on how often they morph and how similar the dietary requirements are.> He sits, taking a moment to inspect the others and reconstruct how to do it.
palmofyourhand
Ethan certainly does. He helps himself to a plate, some French toast, and a seat at the increasingly crowded table.
aeskhyne
Trouble loads a slice of French toast onto a plate, adds syrup because why not, sets it in front of Ax, and (not without a thoughtful pause) hands him a fork.
morphbox
Ax looks at the fork.
He watches the other humans eat with forks, and manages to get a large but conceivably bite-sized portion of French toast sawed off the corner.
He stabs it.
He puts it in his mouth.
And he falls off his chair.
He watches the other humans eat with forks, and manages to get a large but conceivably bite-sized portion of French toast sawed off the corner.
He stabs it.
He puts it in his mouth.
And he falls off his chair.
morphbox
Ax gets up off the floor and picks up the French toast in his hands and crams most of the slice into his mouth. <I am uninjured! Toast!>
Bella cradles her head in her hands. "How much of this bread do we have," she mutters.
aeskhyne
"...Enough to feed everybody, but maybe not enough to feed everybody twice. Ax, man, slow down. Trust me, I know my French toast is awesome, but you are probably gonna be embarrassed about this later."
"Ax," says Bella. "You can finish that, and then wash the syrup off your hands, and then go in the garage and demorph."