[ Grumbling something that may or may not be words, Ezar goes to the kitchen and does as he was bid. The good news is, he's already spent one transformation cycle like this; he's figured out how to deal with the more embarrassing small problems like not accidentally crushing glasses in his hands.
He opens one cabinet, searching for the glasses and finds... plates and a mammet that looks suspiciously like G'raha staring creepily back at him. Ezar yelps--it's definitely a yelp and not something more draconic like a roar--and slams the cabinet shut. Then holds it shut. Then looks around until he locates the knife block so he can extract a steak knife and use that to jam the cabinet more permanently closed.
He opens the next cabinet much more carefully. It is, mercifully, where the coffee cups and glasses live. He taps each with his talons until he finds one that seems not easily breakable, then extracts that. The water and ice are much easier to deal with.
He returns, glass in hand, and then without asking, inserts himself into the bathroom. Which, already filled with two people, leaves him perching on top of the vanity--no small feat considering his current height--after knocking almost all of the toiletries over between his wings and tail. He holds the glass out to G'raha, already happier that he can at least see both of his people now. ]
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He opens one cabinet, searching for the glasses and finds... plates and a mammet that looks suspiciously like G'raha staring creepily back at him. Ezar yelps--it's definitely a yelp and not something more draconic like a roar--and slams the cabinet shut. Then holds it shut. Then looks around until he locates the knife block so he can extract a steak knife and use that to jam the cabinet more permanently closed.
He opens the next cabinet much more carefully. It is, mercifully, where the coffee cups and glasses live. He taps each with his talons until he finds one that seems not easily breakable, then extracts that. The water and ice are much easier to deal with.
He returns, glass in hand, and then without asking, inserts himself into the bathroom. Which, already filled with two people, leaves him perching on top of the vanity--no small feat considering his current height--after knocking almost all of the toiletries over between his wings and tail. He holds the glass out to G'raha, already happier that he can at least see both of his people now. ]
Yer kitchen's haunted.