[Seeing the glowing marks is a bit eerie, but also...nearly reminiscent of the glow of ether, especially as the sky darkens. Crow's like a living beacon!
He can't quite wave back - although he nearly does it reflexively - considering his arms are his wings, but he flutters midair, descending to gently land in front of the mer as he exits the water. The small smile on his face is traded for a look of horror then, as Crow's body starts....mangling itself, in what almost appears to be a reaction to the open air.
His gold eye is wide, and he stands there, dumbfounded and gaping. It doesn't even register that Crow's bare as the day he was born, or that there's no stopwatch. Of course there isn't.]
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He can't quite wave back - although he nearly does it reflexively - considering his arms are his wings, but he flutters midair, descending to gently land in front of the mer as he exits the water. The small smile on his face is traded for a look of horror then, as Crow's body starts....mangling itself, in what almost appears to be a reaction to the open air.
His gold eye is wide, and he stands there, dumbfounded and gaping. It doesn't even register that Crow's bare as the day he was born, or that there's no stopwatch. Of course there isn't.]
Crow, doesn't that...doesn't that hurt?
[That's not how you say hello, Shulk.]