Connie
*Kaimarir looked up towards her and immediately lost the look he had on his face, the human looking creature seemingly changing his mood like a woman. He wasn't though, he was merely hiding his thoughts and feelings. It wasn't her business to know what he thought.

**"No reason. I don't usually get to meet such... Welcoming guests."** He spoke with a slight hint of spite, but he shook his head. **"Nevertheless, perhaps I'm used to the more angered audience."**

And he was.

He always got nasty looks from people, especially when he was in his true appearance. Hence he never exactly felt comfortable about his appearance, and had to change it. Though, today, he was coming to the end of his transformation.

He didn't have long left, and he genuinely was straining.*
Denise
"Oh- that makes sense I suppose. Personally I'm just one of those weirdo hippies who go around helping people. Its something that makes me happy."

Miriel simply shrugged as she took another swing at her bottle, her gaze lingering over him. He seemed... Strained and uncomfortable, so she leaned forwards and handed the bottle to him.

"You seem uncomfortable, so have a drink. It tends to help me relax."

Normally she would be a bit more greedy with her alcohol, but she was feeling generous.
Connie
*Oh dear. Alcohol? Being given to him? This wasn't going to be a such a good idea. Everything told him to not take it.

... But he did anyway, nodding his head to her in thanks. He took a small sip and then gave the bottle back to her.

**"Agh, thanks, miss."** He spoke as he leaned back.

The need to lose this form and revert to his normal self was strong. He had about 30 minutes left of this form, should he risk it and change sooner?

.
.
.

Yeah.

He shook his head like a dog fresh out of water and his body smoked out, plumes of pale smoke that was the same color as his skin faded in the air and what was left behind was... More of demonic human being. A demonic creature.

A Red Oni.

Red Onis are supposed to look brute and muscular, but from first glance at this man, he wasn't big, nor was he a brute by any means, but he might appear like a being that could grow muscles at any second. He couldn't, but if he can change his form, perhaps...?

No.

Regardless, the horned creature opened his bright yellow eyes and he looked at Miriel, now a look of uncertainty on his face.

**"... Sorry."**

His voice stayed deep though, so that was good.*
Denise
Her eyes widened in surprise as his body became shrouded with smoke. When he finally revealed his true form she would stare at him curiously. When her eyes finally met his she would sigh and smile reassuringly.

"That explains your eyes- I was wondering why they were golden. Normal humans don't typically have golden eyes."

Not that she was one to judge. She looked relatively odd for a human.

"You don't need to apologize, really. I don't care about what you are, you needed help so I helped. I still feel the same way."