[ It feels almost natural as they glide, or at least as natural it can feel when you're less than 1/12 of your normal size, and flying. They sweep across the workroom together once more, before Batstarion can't ignore the fatigue coming on, his wings feeling a touch heavier and even attempting to message seeming like much too much an effort. He squeaks, breaking from Alucard to swoop down, then up into the rafters.
A little white cottonball amongst the larger bats already resting. ]
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A little white cottonball amongst the larger bats already resting. ]