[ A bit different, he says... before erupting into a mass of wings and tiny bodies. ]
It's just like home.
[ The swarming bats. No time to get nostalgic.
Batstarion watches Bat Prime land next to him, motioning to go first. He gives his own high-pitched squeaks in return, creeping to the edge of the table. Best not to look down, he supposes...
Extending his wings, he flings himself off the table into a slightly unsteady glide.
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Batstarion watches Bat Prime land next to him, motioning to go first. He gives his own high-pitched squeaks in return, creeping to the edge of the table. Best not to look down, he supposes...
Extending his wings, he flings himself off the table into a slightly unsteady glide.
Oh! ]