It had been ages since he last spread his wings, and his claws were simply begging to scratch at something, if only to grind them down a bit. His jaw was also tight, clenched like he hadn't opened it in years (which he in fact, hadn't) and his eyes were unusually dark for this time of year. As he cracked his neck he stared at the slack-jawed man who'd been gaping at him since he'd come out of the ground, cocking an eyebrow as he puffed out his chest.

"You dare to face me, human?"

"N-no sir, it's just..."

"Out with it boy."

"You uh...you're ."

"And?"

"P-people have to wear clothes."

"You dare compare me to yourself, human?!"

He lurched forward with all of his feral strength, willing his body to shift into his true form and tear the foolish boy limb from limb. Shockingly, he faceplanted into the dirt, scraping his nether regions in a way that made him nearly scream.

"Uh...sir?"

"That damn witch and her curse! She's taken my true form..."

"Sir?"

"Silence! You, what is your name?

"Excuse me?"

"Answer me, peasant!"

"Kim J-joonmyeon sir."

"Where do you hail from?"

"I...uh...well, I was just coming from 7-11"

"Kim Joonmyeon of 7-11, I hereby claim you as my mortal servant."

"Excuse me?"

The man stood proudly, legs spread shoulder width apart and hands on his hips as he struck a heroic pose.

"Now, take me to my subjects."

It was going to be a long week.