Yeah, baby!

“About three days ago, I woke up in this body. It’s been a disorientating experience—the needs that it has is ridiculous. Hopefully I’ll return to normal soon.” It appears as though he hasn’t come to terms with the fact that he’s a human, and is going to have to deal with that for a while. “It’s useless, and only gets in the way of tasks that should’ve been done long before they started.”

Anger gives away to confusion for a moment, as he places his hand upon his chin and shifts his gaze downward.

How is he going to assist his wielder now..?

"How did I not notice--." Expression contorting into that of his own confusion, Dante scratched his stubble. It hurt his head to try and figure out a puzzle like this one, he'll leave the detective shit to Sherlock Holmes.

Shaking that thought out of his head cleared it enough for him to respond to what his devil arm and said previously and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Yeah... It's a pain if you're not used to it, I imagine." Honestly, his daily needs were never taken into consideration until this moment and he had come to the realization that taking a piss really did steal a good amount of time that could have been spent elsewhere. Sleep too-- But that was beside the point.

No words leave his mouth, due to the fact that he has no idea how he changed. One morning he just woke up—that’s it. Fully clothed, yawning and stretching. When he first opened his eyes, the light was absolutely blinding—everything he looked at was just so bright and shiny.

Of course, no problems like that plague him at this point. The only thing that remains is his soul crushing anger, which he personally doesn’t see as a problem.

“…You took a while.” Said the man, his voice laced with enough hatred to strip the paint off of a locker.