ROCKSTAR - o, joiner

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

God, the yelling was a headache, if Caesar was honest. The demon was flying in the air (to get used to this new body) when he had been alerted by Brad's yelling. The Officer dove down from where he was flying, although the sudden movement was extremely new to him, so he practically crash-landed next to Goldenluxury, landing on his face. Caesar eventually got to his feet, shaking sand off his face and beak as he stared up at Brad. God, how he fucking hated being in this body. He was so much fucking shorter than everything and it was irritating. Caesar's feathers were puffed out, clearly showing his uncomfortableness. "You do realize that's not a person, right?" The demon asked, not caring for being friendly like Goldie.

#psychosocial.