Any humor he'd found in the situation doesn't last long. While she sits, he peels off his gloves, laying them carefully down on the table next to him (don't want to ruin a good pair if he can avoid it). After a moment of hesitation, he shrugs his shirt off as well, running on a similar line of logic. But then, he realizes, all of his excuses and reasons to stall are gone.
"...Okay." He tries not to sound nervous. That's the last thing he needs. He pulls a leg up onto the seat, just to give him a little more comfort (something to hold onto, to quell his anxiety), and closes his eyes. Now or never, he thinks. Now... there's really no turning back from it.
His form starts to flicker, like static, as his energy is slowly released from its forced containment. The room is bathed in his magic, the feeling of him, so much so that it acts just as his touch would, but through the very air around him. His shape changes, growing longer, more pointed. His hair changes with the rest of him, white as bleached bone. He keeps his eyes closed, refuses to hear anything, until he has fully changed and there is nothing left to do but open his eyes and let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
His all-red gaze shifts towards Euri, anxious for a reaction.
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Any humor he'd found in the situation doesn't last long. While she sits, he peels off his gloves, laying them carefully down on the table next to him (don't want to ruin a good pair if he can avoid it). After a moment of hesitation, he shrugs his shirt off as well, running on a similar line of logic. But then, he realizes, all of his excuses and reasons to stall are gone.
"...Okay." He tries not to sound nervous. That's the last thing he needs. He pulls a leg up onto the seat, just to give him a little more comfort (something to hold onto, to quell his anxiety), and closes his eyes. Now or never, he thinks. Now... there's really no turning back from it.
His form starts to flicker, like static, as his energy is slowly released from its forced containment. The room is bathed in his magic, the feeling of him, so much so that it acts just as his touch would, but through the very air around him. His shape changes, growing longer, more pointed. His hair changes with the rest of him, white as bleached bone. He keeps his eyes closed, refuses to hear anything, until he has fully changed and there is nothing left to do but open his eyes and let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
His all-red gaze shifts towards Euri, anxious for a reaction.