Ah, That Cheat! Ruining All The Fun With A Little Of His Abilities. The Dragon Made A Face, Thin Forked

Ah, that cheat! Ruining all the fun with a little of his abilities. The dragon made a face, thin forked tongue sticking out slightly as he wrinkles his snout. Lewin considers his options, but Sir Pheles is presenting the feathers to him neatly wrapped...

"Fiiiine," he pouts finally, ever so carefully taking the bag in his mouth without puncturing it. He turns around and waddles to the window, but he may 'accidentally' let his tail get a last feathered WHACK against Mephisto's side as he starts the climb down.

"Eins...zwei..."

"Drei."

There's a poof of pink smoke, and all the loose feathers have seemingly disappeared, packaged neatly in a pink and white polka dot garbage bag. The King of Time has it in-hand while hovering a few inches away from the dragon's face.

There's a pointed gesture towards the open window, "Out." Then the bag is gently bapped against Lightning's snout, "And take all of this with you."

Muskier! How curious. Do dragons have a different smell than demons, he wonders. He lowers himself further, lying fully on the ground so Dennis doesn't have to reach up. "Oh, grab some feathers! I want to see if they stick around when I change back."

It's a very toothy grin as well, but the fact that it's Lewin and that he's wagging his tail eases any anxieties Dennis might have about those teeth. What are the chances he'll get bit and-or mauled by the Arc Knight anyway? Especially over something as simple as cheek pets and chin scritches.

"Bout the same. Maybe a lil muskier?" Is that a feature of the more animalistic form, or a manifestation of Lewin's continued lack of bathing? It's hard to say. "This is so cool though."

Oh neat, direct connection to Mitch! That'll be useful in the future. "Alrighty," he says cheerily, watching Mitch leave. Lewin briefly wonders if he should get involved, but he figures it's probably some teenage drama he wouldn't understand anyways.

This is like...reverse progress. Couple of days??? Seriously???

"Great." He pulls a card from his jacket - each Tech is required to have a personalized one with their contact information - then hands it over to Lewin. "In case you turn up with anything." For now, the next best place he can think of is his dorm room. He doubts Dennis disappeared right when he got home, but, that seems where all roads lead at the moment.

@mitchftw Knock knock!!! "Oi, fleabag! Dens wouldn't happen to be in your party?" Party, as in, company.

"Dens?" he asks confused. "Dens... Dens... Do you mean Dennis? Nope, haven't seen him."

Lewin cackles, stepping back a bit so he can watch the chaos. There's so many feathers sticking to Mephisto, some drifting to the ground only to get attached to a shoe, some refusing to leave his gloves. Oh this is delightful!

"What'dya mean, I am enjoying this change," he laughs, almost wishing he had hind legs to scratch his feathers like a dog. Hopefully some will land on Sir Pheles fancy furniture.

"Besides, people stare when I'm outside." He had definitely caused a ruckus earlier.

Yes, he's well aware of Lewin's constant desire to press not only his buttons, but those of everyone around him. In a way, it's a trait they share. Other peoples' emotions are always so entertaining~

Speaking of-

"Lewin Light, you revolting creature, you're doing that on purpose!" It's a never-ending battle, trying to pull the feathers away from him when they want to remain stuck. Even the bouquet of successfully removed ones in his hand are swaying towards him from the static pull.

"Shouldn't you be outside enjoying the full use of this change while it lasts?"

Lewin notices that odd ripple but makes no comment on it for now. The kid is full of secrets and curiosities but Lightning knows that people like him tends to shy away when prodded too much. Instead he shuffles backwards a little when Mitch asks for space, even though it's a little difficult with just two legs.

"It'd be more informative with me than without," Lewin grins, all toothy and amused. "Let's do science."

Gah-! "Has no one taught you personal space?!" There's more backing up from Lewin, a notable crackling noise and digital squares(deresolution as Hinobi calls it, deconstruction is what it appears to be), coming from the clothes and feathers that only stops when space is once more made. He almost wants to ask why he'd ever help Lewin with anything. But...well...he would be answering questions of his own, and to have information is better than to lack it.

"...Keep those feathers away from me first, then I'll consider helping. Even if I was curious... I can and will figure it out without you." Lightning is the one begging for Mitch's help after all.