Damn

A fucking dragon. I was a fucking dragon, holy shit. I looked down at my friends, and I was surprised to find that they were both still standing there; I could see that Cable's pants had been soak and I sighed internally; he was trying his best.

I reached out a massive three-four clawed hand that was a bit wonky to get working right, but I extended a finger to Cable when I did. He to a voluntary step back, but the thread was already pouring from the tip of my claw. Cable looked panicked, but Kalita used some soothing words in another language that seemed to calm him down, as the black threads tore apart his current clothing and replaced it with a black muscle shirt, baseball hat, and jeans.

After, as an afterthought, I gave him a black hoodie that zipped up to the hood, covering the face. I then made an ultra-fine mesh to see and breathe through. Though it might look dumb, Cable would be nuke-proof with a pair of gloves and proper boots, fucking wild.

"Well?"