Hiruma finished his meat, his juice AND his sudoku puzzle (medium difficulty, or so it said) fairly quickly and stretched up. "Ahhh. I feel much better. I rode in the cargo hold over here, you know. Five hours using a suitcase as a mattress! Fuck that, man." Hiruma stood up and brushed himself off, then sat on the floor in the living area.
He crossed his legs in a fairly meditative looking pose, bare feet and all. He jerked his head a bit, motioning for Saitou to come over. "Alright. Close your eyes, quit sniffing around and just focus on what I'm telling you. I'm just gonna operate on the assumption that the Porter gives the same sort of shapeshiftin' to all of her animal bitches." Hiruma took a breath and closed his eyes. It'd been a while since he actually thought about it. It had become second nature after a year and some change. Muscle memory.
"It's not just mental and it's not just physical. Not mind over matter and not fuckin' reflex. You have to search your body for..." he groans. What's the word? "It'll feel like a muscle. Something that wasn't there before. But it's not a muscle and it doesn't have a physical location, persay. Once you find it, you focus on it... then focus on your old body. Every aspect." Even while Hiruma was explaining it, one of his hands popped and cracked, fingers growing longer and webbed. When he realized what was happening, he shook it and it returned to normal. "... Kekeke. Eventually it becomes so easy you barely even notice."
A pause.
"By the way, if your whole body starts hurting like every bone in your body just fucking snapped, you're doing it right."
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He crossed his legs in a fairly meditative looking pose, bare feet and all. He jerked his head a bit, motioning for Saitou to come over. "Alright. Close your eyes, quit sniffing around and just focus on what I'm telling you. I'm just gonna operate on the assumption that the Porter gives the same sort of shapeshiftin' to all of her animal bitches." Hiruma took a breath and closed his eyes. It'd been a while since he actually thought about it. It had become second nature after a year and some change. Muscle memory.
"It's not just mental and it's not just physical. Not mind over matter and not fuckin' reflex. You have to search your body for..." he groans. What's the word? "It'll feel like a muscle. Something that wasn't there before. But it's not a muscle and it doesn't have a physical location, persay. Once you find it, you focus on it... then focus on your old body. Every aspect." Even while Hiruma was explaining it, one of his hands popped and cracked, fingers growing longer and webbed. When he realized what was happening, he shook it and it returned to normal. "... Kekeke. Eventually it becomes so easy you barely even notice."
A pause.
"By the way, if your whole body starts hurting like every bone in your body just fucking snapped, you're doing it right."