@coded-heart The demon was laying belly-down on the floor, his arms parallel and tucked in under his soft pudgy torso. A pair of jeans pulled halfway up his legs. His squishy thias buldging over the hem. He was panting from trying to fit into them. He raised his clawed hand to smooth back his hair, and groaned. He let out a sigh before trying one more time, grabbing the jeans by the waste and letting out a deep breath before giving them a yank. And he paused when he heard a rip. These where the cyborgs jeans- he couldn't let her know he ripped them He heard her approaching from her day, and entering the code to unlock the door. He slid the pants back off and rushed to the kitchen. Panicing before stuffing her jeans in the sink, hiding them in the soapy dish water. After he hid the evidence he bolted back to the livingroom and flopped on the couch. Out of breath from running. But held the most relaxed pose he could.
