Flea? Definitely not his favourite morph. How could he have possibly forgotten that?

Probably the fact that for three blissful, wonderful, amazing years, he hasn't had to turn into an insect with all the creepy mouthparts and exoskeleton, hasn't had to feel the air currents rattling through the spaces between his natural armor, hasn't had to deal with the lack of input from the pathetic insect senses. Nestled down in Ax's human morph's hair, he clings to the roots and resists the all-powerful instinct to bite down, the addictive, enticing sense of blood under flesh. It's been a few years since the war, after all, and he's trying not to be uncivilized.

<Ax-man, you're gonna have to keep me in the loop here. I forgot how bad these stupid flea senses are.>