That night had been annoying, to say the least. Michah was thrilled to see him "back to normal" until his tail coiled around his leg and revealed itself, it seemed to do as it pleased. She just followed him around, going on about how she loved his green eyes or the fact that he was human. No really, she said that.
Her remarks about how good he used to look and how proud he used to make her hurt so he just grabbed some grub and went to Ben's place, saying goodbye to his father who just looked at him apologetically. After he closed the door to go outside he heard shouting and winced. That was the first time in a while so it just made the whole affair even worst.
He got in his car and ran both hands through his hair exasperatedly. On the way there he remembered he forgot to text or call, but he was too cautious to text and drive and in too much of a hurry to pull over so when he got there he was met with one of Ben's grumpy roommates. Oh, how lovely.
He went inside after thanking the person and then went straight upstairs to Ben's room. He knocked on the stained oak door and heard a slew of mumbled Russian cuss words. He chuckled.
"Oi Ben. I need a place to stay after all. Mom's being a mom." He sighed and groaned inwardly, remembering what had happened. "Can I come in?"
He heard a grunt from inside the room, "Ja, Give me a second." he heard footsteps and then fabric shifting.
Once Ben got to opening the door Conan noticed that his room was completely clean, other than an open drawer and disheveled covers.
"Geez man, you run a tight ship here, don't you? Oh, by the way, I didn't know you can speak French!" Conan smirked but Ben just looked at him with confusion. Conan gave a sigh of disappointment in self, "It's funny because for Americans 'speaking French' means to swear and to speak French."
Ben rolled his eyes and looked at Conan with even more confusion, "Why? Didn't the French help you in a war? I mean you've done enough and now you guys are calling them curses."
Conan laughed his face off and walked into the room, "I never really thought about it that way! That's hilarious as fuck, my dude."
Ben's eyebrows furrowed further, "No, it's mean." Conan laughed harder, clutching at his sides.
He then stopped altogether and felt a weird twitch coming on on his forehead. Ben looked at him quizzically but decided to drop it for fear of getting even more confused.
All the sudden Conan returned to his full incubus self and he looked around the room with surprised eyes, "My first summoning..!" He said in a surreal voice.
"Wha-" Conan all the sudden was teleported, which was weird to him. He'd done it before but this was different. It seemed as though he was walking through something that felt like pure melted plastic, all oozy and suffocating, but it was cold and he could breathe perfectly; he couldn't really process it very well.
He seemingly walked through the surrounding substance and thought about what he would do once he got there and took a deep breath, thinking about what he wanted his first first impression to look like. He fixed his gaze into an almost menacing stare and tilted his head to one side. To top it all off he gave his signature smirk and then was standing on a pentagram.
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Conan's Coming Out
FantasyConan is -er- was a perfectly normal human being, but never really felt right in his skin. All his life he'd been searching for who he truly was and then he found it. He wanted to be an incubus. Please do not mind the crappy quality of the art at th...
