Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Desman Black]

Desman head was pounding as he finally registered his senses, Desman assumed it was how he hit the cold grey stone floor when he tumbled in there, into his bedroom. 'God, haven't had one of those for ages,’ the young adult thought to himself as he picked himself up off the ground. ‘I’ve almost started to wonder why people need rooms. Sleeping outside is great, if you like being cold, and wet, and lonely… You know what, let's get this room organized.’

Desman looked around at the empty space that would soon be his ‘room’, completely unsure what to do with it. He could make a bed for if people wanted to sleep down here, but why would anyone do that? Slumber party? Did adults even do that, or did being smart steal an experience away from him yet again? Oh well, better be on the safe side, considering Ash did bring up the idea. But what type of bed? Queen? Or would his friends need something bigger? They were quite thin, they could probably do with a single if it wasn’t for the length. Besides, everyone loves big beds, allows you to bring in other people to snuggle if you're feeling down. But what about Style? This went on for awhile, Desman asking questions to himself, which just let to more questions until he made a decision, before starting a whole new set of questions. By the time he finished he even managed to revisit some questions, before finally deciding.

Desman breathed in a deep breath, before closing his eyes and slowly pushing his palms forward into the air. His mind conjured up an image of what he intended to summon, it was a sleek black frame, the metal polished enough to make your eyes hurt if it had been out out in the sun. The Bed ends were elegant yet simple in design, the tops starting off as a curve before becoming parallel to the floor at the sides, another beam below it and separated by two swirling lines, underneath the space was separated into rectangles by vertical poles of black metal. Upon this frame was a box of fabric, with newly rounded springs on the inside of it, and upon this was the fluffiest blanket you’ve ever seen, it was a pristine white, folded at the end of the bed and on top of the thin layer of fabric that was the doona cover, a nice light gray.

Opening his eyes to make sure it was there, the robot went to make his second object, when his stomach growled. That’s weird, his stomach didn’t normally growl like that. ‘It has been a while since I’ve gotten to this place though,’ our hero continued to himself 'and I think all I’ve eaten was the ice cream… I do normally eat a lot more.’ Desman sighed to himself as he had to leave the job unfinished and walked other to the elevator, pressing the button he found out it seemed to be working now.

The elevator ride was a quick one, whether that was because Desman was distracted or some other reason was a conversation with himself for a different time.

At the top underground floor, the elevator chimed it’s arrival and the two samurai were immediately on guard, dashing to the door as soon as they saw the red haired male, exposing his whole body from head to toe for all to see, Barry putting his katana up to the intruder throat while Arin questioned them. “What are you doing here foul creature!”

“W-wow,” The Red headed man said, his adam's apple just narrowly missing the blade as he gulped. “C-Calm down guys it's me.”

The leader of the duo recognized the voice immediately. “My Lord?” The look of confusion ran through both samurai’s face as they looked at the naked body standing in the elevator. “Barry put down your weapon.” The silent one agreed. “I am sorry master.” Arin begin, bending over is such a way as to avoid looking at their prime’s exposed crotch.”But may I ask, how did got so tall, and... human?”

“What do you mean by…” That was when Desman’s hair decided to let itself drop into his eyes, when his went to put it back up he saw his hand and froze. “Wait I’m…” The once robot human shook his head and looked around at his new body to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Well we will help you in whatever you need.” Arin offered. “And not to overstep boundaries, but could you please put some clothes on.”

“Oh. Yes, I can do that.” Desman was unsure why he summoned what he summoned, but in a couple of minutes his body went from glowing a bright white, to wearing an outfit that his subconscious got out of nowhere. Starting from the top and working down, the Redhead found himself in a big red puffy scarf which had a design better suited to a picnic blanket. Underneath that was a brown leather button up jacket lazily thrown over a gray t-shirt, as well as a pair of blue jeans and black loafers. “Now if you excuse me I’m gonna do what I came up here to do.”

“Yes sir” Arin said, moving himself and Barry out of the path of their lord.

Desman on the other hand just casually strolled through into the kitchen before putting on some toast and playing around on his watch phone, the thing that seemed to replace the communicator in his robot forms arm. Scowling through website of the Dataverse, Des somehow found the bounty list.

"SERIOUSLY ASH!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!?”