It was the hour of the night, when it was blackest. When only a little, if any, of the populace wandered about. Daichi rugged at his collar, loosening the tie ti drop to the ground, fingers quickly working through the buttons at his wristcuffs. Human clothing was so restricting, almost painfully so. He didn't know how they stood it day in and day out .. In an instant, his humanistic features dropped from his exteror. His black hair grew a little lengthier and the muddy human exterior faded to a complexion clearer than water, marked by black rimmed eyes and jester marked cheeks.

Daichi raised his hands to stretch his arms upwards, previously pale hands now blackened, like a pair of skin-tight gloves. He couldn't place the uncountable relief in human words, a satisfied purr escaping as he stretched his legs. Amongst the streets of La'To, counting the abnormal populace of demons, even in his natural form, Daichi resembled a demon less than .. what one would expect. His fingers dipped under his neck, the icy temperature rolling off the demon in waves. Possible from being restrained so long, the demon's effect was like a cold blast of wind. His teeth grinded against each other, his fingers running and peeling through his black locks.

La'To was turning a little mundane, indeed.