[He laughs more, which probably doesn't help the whole acting weird thing.
He tries to fly back to Drew's place as fast as he can; breaking in is quick and easy, and there he makes the shift. Nothing to do but glamour himself as quickly as he can, heartbeat surging as he tries to complete his spells before Drew catches up. Putting the glamour on his horns requires blood; then he casts again, to hide the wounds he had to make; in the lattermost spell, he tries to mask the smell of blood, too, or blot it out of existence at least. For Drew, that might be similar to having a conspicuous and noticable blindspot in your sight: Abduxel's never practiced hiding smells, and doesn't understand the depth of smell well enough to do it seamlessly. That is, if Drew doesn't first walk in on him with either his horns out or a cut on his arm and a knife in his hand, anyway.]
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He tries to fly back to Drew's place as fast as he can; breaking in is quick and easy, and there he makes the shift. Nothing to do but glamour himself as quickly as he can, heartbeat surging as he tries to complete his spells before Drew catches up. Putting the glamour on his horns requires blood; then he casts again, to hide the wounds he had to make; in the lattermost spell, he tries to mask the smell of blood, too, or blot it out of existence at least. For Drew, that might be similar to having a conspicuous and noticable blindspot in your sight: Abduxel's never practiced hiding smells, and doesn't understand the depth of smell well enough to do it seamlessly. That is, if Drew doesn't first walk in on him with either his horns out or a cut on his arm and a knife in his hand, anyway.]