Lost and confused, Arthur stumbled to the door and knocked on it roughly, his form still dizzy. He had managed to starve his demon to death, but he still had not returned to normal. He had his fair skin and adorable freckles, but his eyes flowed lightly, he had sharp canines, his nails were like claws, and he had a small set of bat wings on his back. Functionally they were useless, but they moved a little. He knocked again, his weak fork leaning more against the door. “Hi..?” (ididnotaskforthis)
He’d been asleep in his coffin when the banging starts. It’s simply annoying at first, but he does his best to ignore it. He even makes a point to roll over and tug his pink bat blanket over his head. After a moment though, the banging continues and when he finally has enough he groans. He then sits up, throwing the lid off with flair and stepping out of his resting place
“Alright, Alright! Hold your horses darling, I’m coming.” Oh, and now he is stomping to the door with a huff. “Not even in a good way dammit.”
Once he makes it to the door, he throws it open. He then leans against the doorframe in all his extra glory, eyeing his new guest with interest.
“Well, aren’t you an interesting sight. Ohhh, and is that wings? So interesting and cute aren’t you? How curious~”
And now he is leaning forward, pushing himself off the door frame and close enough to tower over the other
“To what do I owe this honor my SUPER-natural friend~”
