it was still ODD. being trapped in a body of an animal due to the fact he had PISSED OFF THE WRONG DEMONS. then again, he was slowly getting used to it — all he needed was MORE TIME. once that happened, he could finally LEAVE THIS BODY, and get back to one where he could actually do more than just act like a mutt.
either way, he lifted his head up for a few moments with a LOW GROWL ( it was easier than trying to speak these days when all he wanted was to leave ). of course, it wasn’t much; upon looking at the presents, a long sigh escaped his lips. he hated holidays… hated them all and anyone getting things for him? Even in this form… it just felt plain old WEIRD.
“i deserve to no longer be a dog.” his words came out through coughs as he lowered his head back down to the ground, “i… i appreciate it.”