[center][h3][color=slategray]Foxy[/color][/h3] [IMG]http://orig15.deviantart.net/37c2/f/2012/242/4/d/profile_picture_by_black_fox_only-d5cxdxe.jpg[/IMG] [b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Grimbold's Cabin [/center] [i][color=slategray]Lame...[/color][/i] Ofcourse they were going out. Well at least he could be Fox! His favorite alter ego. And derping as animals was always fun. The target he was assigned to was a problem though. He knew her name as she visited the library occasionally. His power was straightwforward enough to actually help her sprain an ankle. But she seemed like an innocent girl. She didn't deserve that. He had to find another way. But that was for later to worry about. Robert stood up and stretched his arms up and out while yawning. After a last sip of rum, he put his flask on the table and started transforming. No need to change in secret somewhere. His clothes would pretty much fall off of him when he shrunk to fox form. Though the entire body transforming was an unsettling feeling, the weirdest part was how the skull changed form. The protruding of the jaw and nose into a snout. Rob was pretty sure he could hear a grinding sound as the parietal and frontal bone in his skull flattened. The extension of the ears and the growing of the tail and fur were a more comfortable part of the transformation. He liked having a tail a lot. Within seconds the boy had seemingly dissapeared, only leaving behind the things he was wearing, as they fell to the ground. And there was that. The Fantastic mister fox wiggled around to find it's way out of the pile of clothes that he was in. His snout found an exit through the neck of his sweater. The struggle was short and easy, and within seconds he had escaped his cotton cage. Smells were the first thing that came to him. everything was so strong. Plus the sounds. He could hear a mouse walking outside the cabin. And some bird flapping it's wings, probably Terry or Sky. He jumped on the table to oversee how the rest was doing with their transformations. Then he rolled around a few times. And hugged his own tail. Being an animal had something liberating. You could act like one.