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Though ha-eun cant really give him alone time she does put herself in the corner of the room to try and give daelun as much space as possible.

Daelun stares at a wall slightly upwards and diagonal from Ha-Eun's head, zoning out.

A little lid quickly slides open and shut placing two trays of food on a stand that jutted out when the tray was put through the process was quick enough that nothing could escape still, it was some cooked and preserved fish with some pie and some juice in canisters, there was a note on the side presumably written by celine that said "im so sorry daelun, i know you want out but we just cant risk it while your like that, there are security cams with audio attached which is how I know, it hurts me to see you like this but belive me I want you and everyone safe, oh in case your wondering knock three times on the side of the wall and a bathroom will open up, dont worry its not going to be just a steel toilet that flips out, but an actual bathroom".

Daelun grins wildly. He starts looking around for the cameras. If he can't have what he wants when he desperately needs it and no one in this house will listen to his needs, he might aswell be a little menace. Once he spots a camera, he rebounds off of the opposite wall in a jump to grab it with a fist and smash it to bits in his hand, making him bleed from glass shards. If Ha-Eun were to use her magic to seal the wounds up, skin would go over the glass putting it into Daelun's bloodstream and risking internal bleeding. No winning here. This isn't a win, Daelun knows this. It's something he has control over and something the others can't stop from happening.

Ha-eun looks wide and panicked and for a moment the sight of daelun injured snaps her back to human for just short enough time for her to say, "celine!, celine!. We have an emergency, open the fucking door right now!. What the fuck daelun?!". Like she looks legitimately scared and worried for him. "Shit shit shit, I can't lose another person i care about, I can't". Ha-eun keeps shifting been human and beastial form obviously panicking and starts frantically scratching at the door itself.

"It's just a bloody hand. You're panicking. The glass clogs up the holes enough for blood loss to be far less than fetal, I'll be fine."

"Not helping". Ha-eun manages to choke out through the panic.

Daelun doesn’t feel like ebtertaining right now. He leans his head back against the portal he sits in, focusing mental attention on the aching in his hand. He occasionally rubs a finger over a piece of glass to remind himself that the pain is real and that it is still there.

Ha-eun still hasnt snapped out of her mental state its more like her brain suddenly puts her on autopilot and then she does something different with her magic instead, well sorta. First she speeds up her hands to quickly pick out the glass, then she uses her magic to push out any remaining glass and finally heals it, she then goes to sit in the corner its a bit odd, its like ha-eun is moving on her own with nobody home. She doesn't even really register anything daelun says.

Though ha-eun cant really give him alone time she does put herself in the corner of the room to try and give daelun as much space as possible.

Daelun stares at a wall slightly upwards and diagonal from Ha-Eun's head, zoning out.

A little lid quickly slides open and shut placing two trays of food on a stand that jutted out when the tray was put through the process was quick enough that nothing could escape still, it was some cooked and preserved fish with some pie and some juice in canisters, there was a note on the side presumably written by celine that said "im so sorry daelun, i know you want out but we just cant risk it while your like that, there are security cams with audio attached which is how I know, it hurts me to see you like this but belive me I want you and everyone safe, oh in case your wondering knock three times on the side of the wall and a bathroom will open up, dont worry its not going to be just a steel toilet that flips out, but an actual bathroom".

Daelun grins wildly. He starts looking around for the cameras. If he can't have what he wants when he desperately needs it and no one in this house will listen to his needs, he might aswell be a little menace. Once he spots a camera, he rebounds off of the opposite wall in a jump to grab it with a fist and smash it to bits in his hand, making him bleed from glass shards. If Ha-Eun were to use her magic to seal the wounds up, skin would go over the glass putting it into Daelun's bloodstream and risking internal bleeding. No winning here. This isn't a win, Daelun knows this. It's something he has control over and something the others can't stop from happening.

Ha-eun looks wide and panicked and for a moment the sight of daelun injured snaps her back to human for just short enough time for her to say, "celine!, celine!. We have an emergency, open the fucking door right now!. What the fuck daelun?!". Like she looks legitimately scared and worried for him. "Shit shit shit, I can't lose another person i care about, I can't". Ha-eun keeps shifting been human and beastial form obviously panicking and starts frantically scratching at the door itself.

"It's just a bloody hand. You're panicking. The glass clogs up the holes enough for blood loss to be far less than fetal, I'll be fine."

"Not helping". Ha-eun manages to choke out through the panic.

Daelun doesn’t feel like ebtertaining right now. He leans his head back against the portal he sits in, focusing mental attention on the aching in his hand. He occasionally rubs a finger over a piece of glass to remind himself that the pain is real and that it is still there.

Though ha-eun cant really give him alone time she does put herself in the corner of the room to try and give daelun as much space as possible.

Daelun stares at a wall slightly upwards and diagonal from Ha-Eun's head, zoning out.

A little lid quickly slides open and shut placing two trays of food on a stand that jutted out when the tray was put through the process was quick enough that nothing could escape still, it was some cooked and preserved fish with some pie and some juice in canisters, there was a note on the side presumably written by celine that said "im so sorry daelun, i know you want out but we just cant risk it while your like that, there are security cams with audio attached which is how I know, it hurts me to see you like this but belive me I want you and everyone safe, oh in case your wondering knock three times on the side of the wall and a bathroom will open up, dont worry its not going to be just a steel toilet that flips out, but an actual bathroom".

Daelun grins wildly. He starts looking around for the cameras. If he can't have what he wants when he desperately needs it and no one in this house will listen to his needs, he might aswell be a little menace. Once he spots a camera, he rebounds off of the opposite wall in a jump to grab it with a fist and smash it to bits in his hand, making him bleed from glass shards. If Ha-Eun were to use her magic to seal the wounds up, skin would go over the glass putting it into Daelun's bloodstream and risking internal bleeding. No winning here. This isn't a win, Daelun knows this. It's something he has control over and something the others can't stop from happening.

Ha-eun looks wide and panicked and for a moment the sight of daelun injured snaps her back to human for just short enough time for her to say, "celine!, celine!. We have an emergency, open the fucking door right now!. What the fuck daelun?!". Like she looks legitimately scared and worried for him. "Shit shit shit, I can't lose another person i care about, I can't". Ha-eun keeps shifting been human and beastial form obviously panicking and starts frantically scratching at the door itself.

"It's just a bloody hand. You're panicking. The glass clogs up the holes enough for blood loss to be far less than fetal, I'll be fine."

Though ha-eun cant really give him alone time she does put herself in the corner of the room to try and give daelun as much space as possible.

Daelun stares at a wall slightly upwards and diagonal from Ha-Eun's head, zoning out.

A little lid quickly slides open and shut placing two trays of food on a stand that jutted out when the tray was put through the process was quick enough that nothing could escape still, it was some cooked and preserved fish with some pie and some juice in canisters, there was a note on the side presumably written by celine that said "im so sorry daelun, i know you want out but we just cant risk it while your like that, there are security cams with audio attached which is how I know, it hurts me to see you like this but belive me I want you and everyone safe, oh in case your wondering knock three times on the side of the wall and a bathroom will open up, dont worry its not going to be just a steel toilet that flips out, but an actual bathroom".

Daelun grins wildly. He starts looking around for the cameras. If he can't have what he wants when he desperately needs it and no one in this house will listen to his needs, he might aswell be a little menace. Once he spots a camera, he rebounds off of the opposite wall in a jump to grab it with a fist and smash it to bits in his hand, making him bleed from glass shards. If Ha-Eun were to use her magic to seal the wounds up, skin would go over the glass putting it into Daelun's bloodstream and risking internal bleeding. No winning here. This isn't a win, Daelun knows this. It's something he has control over and something the others can't stop from happening.

Though ha-eun cant really give him alone time she does put herself in the corner of the room to try and give daelun as much space as possible.

Daelun stares at a wall slightly upwards and diagonal from Ha-Eun's head, zoning out.

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

ha-eun just gives him a glare, before saying. "talk useless for hunt."

"Good for intimidation during negotiation. Also, how come you haven't been taking souls from deer this entire time? No need for a beastial form, just tackle and stab and you've won. Hell, use a shotgun if it won't put a bad name on the honmoon's honor."

"That's not your job. You can just keep to yourself, hunt deer rather than humans, live peacefully in isolation."

"Bah, not so simple. Gwi-ma say kill. No matter good no matter bad, I choose less harm, make less evil". Ha-eun says half scoffing.

"If we're locked in here because you feel the urge to kill when in beastial mode, then why are we still here if I don't share that urge? I'm speaking in full scentences, using logic, barely crying anymore. Still don't get why the fuck these fangs and fur won't vanish." Daelun tugs at some of the fur on his arm

"Urge grows sooner not later in you, years i suppressed urge. Just no practice talk this form, you in no danger from me, fiendling". Ha-eun says.

”I still want out. Why can’t I have out? I’ll be better if I can just go for a hunt or have a go at the punching bag.”

Ha-eun was losing her patience, she had tried being reasonable first at least in her mind but there was so much of the same argument she could take. "Too bad". Ha-eun snapped. It took about 10ish minutes but she did feel bad after words, "sorry, stressed also stuck doors do not open till time release no exception, not want you to be alone". Ha-eun still sounds stress but does sound a bit remorseful for snapping at daelun.

Daelun visibly shrinks at the tone used of Ha-Eun's snap, like an abused or traumatised child. He doesn't start crying, only shutting down for those ten minutes. He only speaks to respond to Ha-Eun. "But I need to be alone."

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

ha-eun just gives him a glare, before saying. "talk useless for hunt."

"Good for intimidation during negotiation. Also, how come you haven't been taking souls from deer this entire time? No need for a beastial form, just tackle and stab and you've won. Hell, use a shotgun if it won't put a bad name on the honmoon's honor."

"That's not your job. You can just keep to yourself, hunt deer rather than humans, live peacefully in isolation."

"Bah, not so simple. Gwi-ma say kill. No matter good no matter bad, I choose less harm, make less evil". Ha-eun says half scoffing.

"If we're locked in here because you feel the urge to kill when in beastial mode, then why are we still here if I don't share that urge? I'm speaking in full scentences, using logic, barely crying anymore. Still don't get why the fuck these fangs and fur won't vanish." Daelun tugs at some of the fur on his arm

"Urge grows sooner not later in you, years i suppressed urge. Just no practice talk this form, you in no danger from me, fiendling". Ha-eun says.

”I still want out. Why can’t I have out? I’ll be better if I can just go for a hunt or have a go at the punching bag.”

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

ha-eun just gives him a glare, before saying. "talk useless for hunt."

"Good for intimidation during negotiation. Also, how come you haven't been taking souls from deer this entire time? No need for a beastial form, just tackle and stab and you've won. Hell, use a shotgun if it won't put a bad name on the honmoon's honor."

"That's not your job. You can just keep to yourself, hunt deer rather than humans, live peacefully in isolation."

"Bah, not so simple. Gwi-ma say kill. No matter good no matter bad, I choose less harm, make less evil". Ha-eun says half scoffing.

"If we're locked in here because you feel the urge to kill when in beastial mode, then why are we still here if I don't share that urge? I'm speaking in full scentences, using logic, barely crying anymore. Still don't get why the fuck these fangs and fur won't vanish." Daelun tugs at some of the fur on his arm

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

ha-eun just gives him a glare, before saying. "talk useless for hunt."

"Good for intimidation during negotiation. Also, how come you haven't been taking souls from deer this entire time? No need for a beastial form, just tackle and stab and you've won. Hell, use a shotgun if it won't put a bad name on the honmoon's honor."

"That's not your job. You can just keep to yourself, hunt deer rather than humans, live peacefully in isolation."

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

ha-eun just gives him a glare, before saying. "talk useless for hunt."

"Good for intimidation during negotiation. Also, how come you haven't been taking souls from deer this entire time? No need for a beastial form, just tackle and stab and you've won. Hell, use a shotgun if it won't put a bad name on the honmoon's honor."

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"talk hard, talk bad" ha-eun says simply, its not her fault whenever she used this form which was rare she used it purely for hunting, she didnt see the point in learning to talk if all they were going to do was scream.

“You couldn’t remember how to speak when you transformed? Damn, sucks to suck I guess.” If Daelun kept this up, maybe he could feel something, be sure he’s real.

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.

Daelun overanalizes the lyrics and gets creeped out by the english version. This beastial form shit is probably happening.

Daelun glances around. The walls only induce fear. His back hunches, fur now growing along his spine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Daelun starts muttering. He isn’t apologizing for the earlier argument, he’s apologizing for letting the current events happen.

ha-eun nestles down next to daelun, offering her fur as comfort and making a small whine sound like a mother dog worried about her pup, ha-euns beastial side is weirdly more maternal then ha-eun is in human form.

Daelun flinches away from Ha-Eun’s fur. He scampers to the corner of the walls, panic in his eyes. He sobs, keeping his face hidden. It’s ten minutes of louder sobbing and more emotion than Ha-Eun has ever seen from Daelun. His tears run dry sometimes only to start back up again. The boy finally finishes his sob session. He’s still pained now, but his fur is as short as a grayhound’s and his form is mostly humanoid. He only panics at the thought of how he’ll get out of the confines he’s in.

Daelun starts rubbing his back against the wall corner. He wants out. The back of his shirt starts shredding from friction.

Daelun keeps rubbing at the concrete. Dust starts falling from that part of the wall. All Daelun desperately wants to do right now is take a run in the woods, then everything will be okay, and he'll have calmed down. He can't take being trapped in this small box. After ten or eleven more mended shirts, the boy is fed up with how Ha-Eun keeps resetting things. He shoots her a primal glare, one of two dogs in a cage, one warning the other that they'll rip them limb from limb and skin them like a bbq rib. It's one of the most intimidating glares Ha-Eun has seen in her lifetime, somehow.

Ha-eun just scruffs him and sits him on the bed and gives the same glare back, she is very good at matching energies ecspecially when it comes to teenagers.

Daelun manages some words, even in his half-develeouped beastial form. "I need out," he pants.

Ha-eun ls speech is much rougher and a bit creepy since she hasn't forced herself to talk normal in this form in years it sounds like a demonic dog trying to talk. "Not safe, wait".

”Why isn’t it safe?” Daelun felt like he knew what he needed in order to calm down, and that he wouldn’t be leaving this form until he could get it.

"They Hurt us, you hurt them, no hurt, no control good ". Ha-euns brain was working hard to form something semi coherent but god it was hard for her.

”I won’t hurt anybody. I have control. I need space to regain more control and get everything out. This box makes things pent up. I’m not letting it out in front of you.”

Daelun doesn’t quite know what that means. He only repeats “I need out.”

ha-eun points to a digital clock counting down, from 72 hours. (ooc: to anyone wondering celine never used this mechanism till now, she didnt think she needed too, since rumi was quiet and "good kid")

”Fuck.” Daelun hisses under his breath. His fingernails turned claws dig into his arms through his shirt, not creating enough lasting damage for Ha-Eun to reverse.

luckily the stasis prevents him from doing any actual damage to himself. "claw, wont work" ha-eun tells him.

Daelun doesn’t attempt any words, he only flips the older demon off.

ha-eun knows its petty but she does it back. but uses both hands cause she always has to one up someone/have the last word.

Daelun twists his tongue (extra long due to beastial form) into a third middle finger.

Ha-eun just gets bewildered and then tries it herself more out of curiosity to see if she can then any actual malice towards daelun, her tounge just ends up literally tied in a big ball, she spends the next 15 minutes undoing it.

Daelun grins at his win. It's enough for some fur to poof off of him in minor patches. He's beginning to grow fond of his beastial form. It's not like there are any downsides. He can speak normal, control his thoughts.

Ha-eun just gives him a glare with not much heat behind a simple one as if to say, 'you think this funny huh'?.

"What, can you not talk? Wanna say that to my face?" Daelun starts flexing his ability to use his vocal chords in this form

"Miss slean is crying too, do you think the cookies will help her too?". Eunbi asks innocently.

”I think she needs some comfort. Different people need different things when they’re sad. Can you go comfort her?” Daelun had no idea what was going on with his body right now, his demon blood. He didn’t want Eunbi seeing him like this, like such a mess. He just wants to go back to sobbing on the floor in pain, a pain that still persists even in Eunbi’s presence.

Before eunbi gets out the door, ha-eun comes in and lets out a quiet "fuck", before rushing to daeluns side. "I know you dont want to see me right now kid, but I think its important i teach you this, what's happening now is called beastial mode, not as cool as it sounds it happens when the demonic soul energy gets too de-stabilized by strong emotions most demons don't have to worry about it, I suspect you being a teenager is a a big part of why this is happening, the good news is there is a way to get control of it so it doesn't hurt you anymore". Ha-euns voice is calm, soft and steady. She's in protective mom mode now. "I'll sound silly but I need you to envision a happy place, somewhere you feel calm and safe and then you need to really focus on it, as hard as you can like your there".

"No, I-" Even when unconventional, Daelun as always known what his body needs. He has a sort of intuition for it, as if he can imagine ahead of time what effectiveness a solution will have and weigh if it'll work or not. Daelun doesn't believe thinking of a happy place will work. He thinks the solution needs to be something he can feel. All he wants to do is curl back up into a ball on the floor and sob. That'll help, right? Even if it won't, it's what Daelun feels will help. "I just need space. I need to wait it out. I know what I need. Mental images can't fix this." His voice cracks a few times, soft and high from the restrained sobs. He manages to stop tears from re-emerging.

"Daelun im speaking from my own experiences here and others as well, not just making something up on the spot, ive been in the exact form your in now a few times as well, I know what im talking about". Ha-eun says still keeping patient she's not even trying to hide how worried she is about him.

Daelun tries box breathing before he ever tries Ha-Eun's suggestion. It doesn't work. He can't ignore that aching. Finally, the stubborn boy pictures his happy place. A serene spot in the woods, crows hopping around as Daelun sits on a low branch of a tree. It doesn't work. His pain keeps bringing him back to reality, no matter how hard he tries.

Ha-eun doesn't touch him she knows that might only make it worse. "Daelun i know its hard but you have to find a way to work your way through this, otherwise you'll go full beastial demon, look happy places for humans won't work it has to be personal, think about the time you were happiest with your mom and dad, imagine your back there again". Ha-eun says still trying to keep calm.

Daelun starts tearing up. Mom and dad... He can't remember most of his childhood for some reason he also can't seem to remember. All he can think of relating to his parents is the sight of their dead bodies. His sobbing intensifies.

"Ok fuck, wrong memory. Shit shit shit, oh think about reading with eunbi on a warms summers night, her bright smile, her warm laugh, the way she giggles when you use a funny voice". Ha-eun is getting desperate so shes trying anything she can think of.

Daelun tries, he really does. He finds all laughs annoying apart from very few, and those laughs were at his old school back in America. He'd probably never hear them again. Daelun tries to shift to a different happy memory by himself. Each one just changes tracks in a negative direction, every time. Daelun sits on his knees, back hunched so far forward his forehead is pressed against the ground.

"Come on daelun im trying to help you but yo have to work with me and give me some leverage of purchase to help you, alright think about a good future one where your the idol you want to be, thousands of adoring fans screaming their appreciation and love" ha-eun tries.

Every thought sours. Daelun doesn't want to be famous. He wants to help people, but he doesn't want to do it sweating in front of bright lights and loud screams. His eyes shoot open, tail spiking. His pupils are slits.