SLAPaper

Titus hovered in front of the bathroom mirror, keeping his wing beats at a steady pace, his front legs tucked against his chest and his back legs and tail simply hanging as he studied himself. He turned his head to the left, keeping his eyes focused on the mirror, then he turned his head right, still keeping his attention on his reflection. As he then looked straight so that he and his reflection were making full on eye contact, he proceeded to move his claws around to his mouth and, as best as his dragon form’s front legs would allow, he stuck both his claws that would serve as his index fingers in his human form into the centers of the top and bottom parts of his mouth and pulled on them, taking great care not to scratch his gums with his sharp claws so that his fangs were on full display. As he had done before, he observed them for a moment, then he released the hold he had on his draconic mouth. He grinned widely at himself, baring his sharp, powerful fangs in the mirror once more,