[He lingers for the briefest of moments, tightening his grip on Angel's hand in a reassuring gesture - I'll be fine, he says over the link, a smile on his face - and then, with a quick nod to Steve, he finally steps away. He has to do this right. The other two will be relying on him.]
[How does he want to do this? He could go for the good old seduction plot, like in the movies, but he didn't know what these guys were into. He could turn into something that could elicit sympathy, like a small child, but what if they were jerks who couldn't care less about kids? No, he'd have to go with something that would most definitely distract them, an obstacle that they would not and could not be able to ignore.]
[He pulls up his hoodie, feeling his muscles twist and expand in his body, his bones shifting under his skin, making him grow. The clothes are going to be tight, that's just an unfortunate part of shapeshifting, but he knows that what he has in mind will help with what he has in store.]
[Gone is the young man with a boyish face. He's older now, rugged, with a bigger chest and thicker legs. His complexion is grizzled and ruddy, like he's been drinking heavily, and one eye is scarred over. He's even added a couple of tattoos here and there, garish symbols and dark images of bones and death covering his neck.]
Hey, morons! [He yells with a now deeper grunt of a voice, stepping up to the bikes with a loud, raucous laugh.] Having fun? It doesn't look like you are, haha!
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[How does he want to do this? He could go for the good old seduction plot, like in the movies, but he didn't know what these guys were into. He could turn into something that could elicit sympathy, like a small child, but what if they were jerks who couldn't care less about kids? No, he'd have to go with something that would most definitely distract them, an obstacle that they would not and could not be able to ignore.]
[He pulls up his hoodie, feeling his muscles twist and expand in his body, his bones shifting under his skin, making him grow. The clothes are going to be tight, that's just an unfortunate part of shapeshifting, but he knows that what he has in mind will help with what he has in store.]
[Gone is the young man with a boyish face. He's older now, rugged, with a bigger chest and thicker legs. His complexion is grizzled and ruddy, like he's been drinking heavily, and one eye is scarred over. He's even added a couple of tattoos here and there, garish symbols and dark images of bones and death covering his neck.]
Hey, morons! [He yells with a now deeper grunt of a voice, stepping up to the bikes with a loud, raucous laugh.] Having fun? It doesn't look like you are, haha!