Roleplay

Var jumped up, lowering his hands to the sleeping Psywurm. He lifted Scratch very gently onto his back, twisting awkwardly to try to make sure Scratch was comfortable.

"We go now Mr Midnight. You ready too?"

Midnight nodded and watched with slight jealousy as Var seemed to take flight with relative ease. Must be those large wings.
The spiral dragon wasnt as lucky. His wings were smaller and they worked great once he was in the air! His thin body didnt need much to keep in the clouds and with a but if manipulation of muscles he could sort of flatten like a fat eel and help catch air currents to further keep him up.
Of course, all that was dependent on IF he could get in the air.

So Midnight, with all his bags and belongings he could part with for coin, tried his best to get into the air. Taking several tries and looking quite silly while doing so.

https://youtu.be/gKTfcs6LL6A

"Phew! Easier to be doing the taking off at big wind place! Midnight not as young as once was!" He panted at Var when he finally caught up.

(Lmao that video!!)

"Mr Midnight, you want Var take some bags for you? Var bigger, got more space for bags." Var moved closer to Midnight, reaching out his claws for the bags wound round Midnight.

Var loved flying. He felt free. It was the only time, when he was up in the air looking down on the huge world below, that Var felt small and truly comfortable in his own skin. Yes, he liked being a big floof but sometimes he would have liked the chance to try being something else. Something prettier...

Midnight smiled and held his calws up disarmingly, "no worry Var dragon: Midnight is alright. Just get into air hard part. Now rest is easy until land." Landings werent so good either.... he kinda just flopped head over tail until the skidding eventually stopped him.
Unlesd he ran into a lake of course......

Midnight thought for a few minutes as he watched Var fly, "Var dragon is veery good with flying. Var dragon do tricks? Holding on one moment..." the spiral dragon took a deep breath before putting claws to teeth and making a sharp whistle.

Scratch awoke with a start, jumped up....
.....and tumbled right off Var!
The psywurm looked around in confusion as air rushed past him. How was he so high up? Surely Midnight's clumsy hustle as he attempted to take to the air would have woken him?
Well....obviously not.

Great. Now he was going to die. He knew it would end this way oneday.
Scratch crossed his arms, thoroughly peeved at his predicament.

Var saw Scratch fall and wasn't quick enough to catch him. Feeling guilty, he dived straight down, speeding towards Scratch, desperate to reach the little guy.

"Var coming Scratch. Hold on little friend. Hold on!" Var wasn't sure if the wind had swallowed his voice or if Scratch would hear as he got closer and closer to the ground. Var reached out his claws, grabbed hold of Scratch by the tail and flew back up to Midnight, his back legs and tail helping him turn quicker.

Var held Scratch close, not letting him go, holding a little too tight, scared of how much trouble he would be in for letting Scratch fall.

"Mr Midnight? I got him. He gonna be ok..." Var called to the Spiral, not knowing how he would react.

Scratch was HIGHLY displeased at being caught by the tail then suffocated and he resisted the urge to follow his name and scratch the hell out if everything. Heck, thats HOW he had gotten his name: by clawing the eyes out if a dragon that tried to eat him.
Scratch reminded himself that Var was a friend and made a note to take his anger out on Midnight later.
He squeaked the best he could and scrabbled to get free. When he finally popped himself from the tundras grasp he began berating Midnight for his carelessness.
Then just for good measure he told Midnight how Var was a much smoother ride.

Midnight frowned, slightly hurt, "no need to be calling Midnight dose names Scratch. Not midnights fault YOU fell off."

They both agreed to disagree.

"Is Var fault Scratch. Is all Var fault. Var a stupid fat ugly dragon. Var clumsy and stupid. Is Var fault. I sorry Mr Midnight. I sorry Scratch. Maybe you not want be Var friend any more. Maybe you not like Var any more." Var's bottom lip wobbled as he gently handed Scratch back to Midnight and then started to fly away from them.

[img][url=https://ibb.co/kniojo][img]https://preview.ibb.co/gvEuPo/20180623_134431.jpg[/img][/url][/img] "Woah....Var dragon has-ing issues..." Midnight quietly commented in shock. Scratch nodded and chittered. "Hmm?" Midnight tilted his head, interested in Scratch's plan then shook it, closing his eyes, "no no; Life debt is being too complicated. Hmmm... but what do?" This was actually a really hard question for the both of them. Before they had met they were alone. After they met they only had eachother. Interacting with others wasnt their strong suit: unless of course they were pickpocketing. That they knew how to do. XD Scratch chittered again, deep in thought. "Meebe..." midnight replied, "plan Theta z?" Scratch shook his head and chittered thoughtfully. The spiral shrugged and nodded, "ok. Is good a plan as any. Beta 7: death frum above." Pounding his tail and wings as hard as he could Midnight shot high into the clouds as Scratch ran into one if the dragon's many bags. The dark dragon stopped climbing when Var was just a tiny speck far below him and kept pace with the fluffy dragon. Meanwhile Scratch emerged from the bag with goggles on and adjusted the thin scrap of fabric laying on his back and attached to his ankles. He adjusted his goggles one last time, squeaked to Midnight and leaped off the dragon's back. Scratched soared through the air like a skydiver, moving his arms this way and that to catch the air as he spiraled down to Var. Usually he would land on a bag and help himself to the goodies inside and leave without the owner of said bag any wiser but this time he intended to land on a very different and much smaller target. Timing things juuuust right Scratch shot down and landed flat on his stomach on Var's muzzle! Scratch screeched something that could roughly be translated as "SURPRISE!!"

(Sorry...Var's issues earlier were/are my issues today...)

Var's eyes widened as he stopped dead still in the air, only remembering to flap his wings after dropping rapidly.

"Scratch make Var jump! Is Scratch ok? Is Mr Midnight ok?" Var sniffled and looked like he was going to cry again. He ran his claws over his face and looked at Scratch as Scratch chittered at him. He looked up as Midnight closed the gap between them.

((Dont ever be sorry. You and Var are both perfect. ))