[ If Bucciarati can figure out lizard-shoes, then Abbacchio better be the first one to know. ]

I know… [ a somewhat amused huff, if Bucciarati is worried he's being insistent, Abbacchio doesn't seem to mind. ] Keep it up and I'll get the impression you're the one who really wants to fly.

[ Peering over at Bucciarati, his brows draw together as he frowns. ]

I'd at least offer to haul you up into the air at least once if I knew how, but… I think you might be too heavy.

[ It would be fine if they weren't locked into these nocturnal schedules — Abbacchio might not have found himself turning to stone fully yet but the partial transitions have been a nuisance, and Bucciarati doesn't have to worry about that in the sunlight. The other side of that, though, is when he's safe from the light, Bucciarati is a massive bear with more mass than he thinks he'd be capable of carrying, additional strength granted by the changes the Fog brought notwithstanding. ]

I can probably manage, it's really not that bad — or not painful, anyway.