Spencer does as he’s offered, taking a seat at the kitchen table with his posture straight and alert, the nervous tension in his body clear as day. Because although he has no clue what on earth this is about, he’s worried; Mac has never seemed like this before.
Still, the young man has an excess of patience. He simply waits quietly for his friend to speak, and listens when they do..
Things are still not much clearer, and he’s not sure if he’s ready to hear this. It sounds ominous and slightly scary and someone like himself is probably not best equipped to deal with that.
But this is his friend. He cares about Mac and he wants to try and help them – if at all possible – or at least be there to listen.
With both hands clasped together atop of the table, Spencer nods after a moment of hesitation. “Yes —- y–yes, of course! Please — wh–whatever it is, if – if you’d like to talk about it then –” A deep breath to try and ease the worried look on his face ‘cause that probably isn’t helping. A weak smile appears instead. “I’m here – for you, Mac. I’d like to h–help, if — if I can… whatever it is, it’s alright – right? We – we can figure it out…”
『 🔆 』 Their heart is in their throat, the panic not dissipating no matter how hard they try to push it away. How does one tell a good friend they’re not human? Does Spencer even believe in the supernatural? He’s the first person that Mac is going to open up to, and they have no idea how the other is going to react.
Clearing their throat, Mac averts their eyes for a moment as they try to find the courage to speak up. “I’m not... really... who you see. WELL---” They bring their hands in front of them, shaking them slightly. “No, I don’t mean that.” Sighing, they look back up at Spencer, knowing what’s the best way to prove this. Words are not going to be the helpers here.
“You know about how I ran away from home. That’s still true. But... I’m not from around here.”
A steady breath comes when they close their eyes and focus on shapeshifting back into their original form. They hate remembering how they actually look, especially since the red hair has really felt like home. In a few seconds, the Djinn changes form in front of their friend. Mac still looks human, but not entirely. They’re MONSTERS---creatures that humans run from.Their skin is gray like dust. There are tattoos now all across their body glowing blue, and ram horns can now be seen on their head. No more red hair shines atop, and it’s a pitch black mess.
It’s the form they never wanted to take on again, but they need to be transparent with their friend.
Mac---Farid---opens their eyes, which are now a golden yellow, almost reminiscent of cat eyes.
Those eyes then look over at Spencer, complete shame overcoming them.
“I’m a Djinn. I’m not human.” They soon then burst out, “But I’m still the same! It’s me, Mac! Your friend! I ran away for a reason. I HATE who I used to be.” They look down at their hands in disgust, hiding them under the table. There is only so much that they can stand being like this, so they quickly shift back into the normal, carefree redhead that the other came to know.
Head hangs low, and they’re unable to look the other in the eyes. They haven’t been paying attention to the other’s reaction for fear of what they would see.