"I don't really have a task for you right now, just be quiet alright?" Stolas says...incredibly casually as he reclines back into the couch. "I'm a little hungover at the moment and frankly I don't have the patients or the right headspace to explain all this to you right now. Just try to stay calm, and stay quiet, and I promise you I won't harm you"
"Bu-" As Job tries to speak pain shoots through his body.
"Ah, right...that. Sorry. Just...keep quiet and I'll explain that too later" Stolas shuts his eyes, clearly trying to get some shut eye.
...The way his new owner was being so nonchalant about all of this was not really helping Job's adjustment to his new situation. Nor was his inability to speak without pain shooting through his body. He tries to distract himself. Looking around the room its...fairly nice. Oversized for him, obviously, but seemingly high end. Then again he'd probably be lucky if Stolas doesn't make him sleep on the floor or something. He is a demon after all.
As he surveys the room he suddenly catches his own reflection and goes a little pale when he realizes just how different he now looks. He was covered in feathery blue fur, with two oversized mouse like ears, but for some reason he...seemed to have a small, shiny black beak where his mouth should be, and his eyes now glow blue...and then there was his clothes. a black vest, white undershirt and a dark blue ascot...why was he dressed like a goddamn waiter...
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