[Akechi wants to argue that he'll be fine, but with pain tearing through his body, he has no choice but to wait.
Beneath his pants, fur pushes its way through his skin. His eyes dart down to his shoes.
He could let the inevitable happen, but those are nice shoes.
So, fine. He'll take them off, his socks as well, with stiff, shaky movements.
A wise call, as his feet soon start reshaping themselves, claws popping out in place of toenails, while white, striped fur covers his skin. What even is he...?
Maybe this'll be over soon. Maybe then he can prove he can fight just as well.]
no subject
Beneath his pants, fur pushes its way through his skin. His eyes dart down to his shoes.
He could let the inevitable happen, but those are nice shoes.
So, fine. He'll take them off, his socks as well, with stiff, shaky movements.
A wise call, as his feet soon start reshaping themselves, claws popping out in place of toenails, while white, striped fur covers his skin. What even is he...?
Maybe this'll be over soon. Maybe then he can prove he can fight just as well.]