“Seklos and Gaylen,” Krel ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he took his bracelet off. The bracelet which kept his disguise up faded as it came off of his wrist, human form melting away to his natrual akiridion form.

As much as Krel enjoyed his friends, they could always be much at times. He couldn’t handle people for a long time after all. Krel walked down the hallway to his room, four arms swinging at his sides. The only person he could handle was—

Oh. They were in his room now.