"Oh stop pouting you big baby, you look fine. Fearsome even, so stop picking at it and stop whining."
Seth lightly slapped the tip of Omelette's wing, the claw of which he was using to constantly pick at and play with his new scales, like someone would bite at their nails. He didn't need any bad habits like that cropping up.
Every now and then, Omelette would let out whimpering whines and go back to picking at them, however, and earn himself another chastising slap.
"What did I just say? Stop it."
{But... But my feathers... I had just pruned and cleaned them after the bugs got them all dirty. Now they're gone and I look like some dumb lizard.}
He let out a deep, overly dramatic sigh before plopping his head back down onto the ground. After a few hours of rest, Omelette had recovered well from his transformation, even if he was still getting used to his new appearance.
Although he wasn't exactly happy about his new appearance, there wasn't much he could do about it now.
