#a different form

[intistone]

….you think he’d be happy to see himself all-powerful….right?

[am-weird]

one way to absolve his crime

[rosallorart]

A Different Form

@theyarenotknittingneedles

He’s decided to take a small interlude from being in the mansion. After all, it was nighttime, and he wasn’t very tired. He had slept away most of the day in a pile of black velvet, woken up for some pets and tuna, and gone straight back to sleep in the same pile. When Stitch had gotten up to go to bed, abandoning his needlework, Droog had joined him out of a sense of obligation. Droog had laid there, being pet as the leprechaun fell asleep. Honestly. Stitch wasn’t completely abhorrent when he was being a caretaker.

But now, it was night, and Diamonds felt comfortable walking down the streets in this inky, night-adjusted form. It wasn’t as dim as he had thought it would be- having nightvision certainly helped. He knew the way to the Demoness’s house, partially by scent, partially by memory. The Door, upon seeing him, recognized him.

Droog was surprised by this, the Door creaking open for him, but he supposed that it knew magic as well as the Demoness herself. A change in physical form didn’t mean much to beings beyond that kind of perception. So Droog walks in as he normally would, looking around for the Demoness. He doesn’t put much effort into it, and chooses to lay on her turquoise chaise instead, collar jingling lightly as he hops onto it. Being a cat has really done a number on his sense of motivation.

Diamonds stretches out, completely content, front paws curled up by his chest. Yes, yes. New territory to conquer.