Finny was NOT happy. He'd specifically told you to keep your abode at a comfortable temperature of 134 degrees Fahrenheit for his extraterrestrial pleasure, and yet when he'd viewed the thermostat he was shocked to see you'd only raised it to 85. Of course, being the superior species, he would be able to handle such conditions. But damn it if it didn't peeve him off. Standing at only three inches tall in his natural, matte black skinned and pupil-less white eyed form, he shuffled off your kitchen counter with a huff and began to scurry his way into your bedroom to have a good word with you. Of course, he didn't keep that form for long, and quickly shifted to his more human (and intimidating for effect) form. His skin was still paint black, his eyes completely white and his hair the same shade as his skin. It was long and stringy, partially covering his face as he entered your room with a grouchy lip curl.

"Human."