Not so bad, but could be better.

It wasn't exactly how he had foreseen his and his friend's day going, but it was certainly more interesting than homework.

Listen, Damian doesn't do friends often. (Read: He scares most people his age, younger and older.)

So when he finds someone who can handle him and his inherited broodiness, he's more than happy to spend extra time with them! Albeit not usually visibly.

Even if it's for something boring and very mundane, compared to the 12-year-old's usual nightlife anyways, such as school work.

And when that friend inevitably gets as bored of completing their homework as Damian, he's going to offer them a tour of the manor, naturally.

Annnd maybe that lead to showing his friend the cool little cat shaped gem in father's study his father had said not to touch for unspecified reasons.

Needless to say, he and his friend now understood those unsaid, unspecified reasons as the gem clattered between them. The world seemed to shift around the two, getting larger as they shrank down to the floor, clothing tightening before morphing to fur. The whole process is surprisingly fast and not even all that uncomfortable. For Damian at least.

Does he freak out when he and his friend morph into cats after touching the feline shaped gem? Probably not as much as he should have. He was much more interested in his new form. The short orange striped cream fur, lanky legs with perfect oval paws, the large ears he could feel swivel at the slightest noise, and of course the swaying appendage behind him. One lengthy tail with the perfect tapering shape. For a moment, a long moment, he observed himself in the nearby glass reflection of a cabinet with sharply curious emerald eyes.

"So... I am sure my father will have many words about this if he finds out..." Damian mews more to himself than his friend. A contemplative expression morphing on his freshly furred face, and Pennyworth, he adds mentally with a small grimace and furrowing of his brow-dots showing briefly on his expression, the butler would surely know within moments. There was no escaping the elderly man's perception, especially when he was likely to check on the 12-year-old and his friend's homework progress and present snacks to keep up their already lacking focus study. He shakes his head, clearing the mild discomfort from his expression as his sharp emerald eyes flit over his lean, newly furred form once more before turning towards his friend.

"Do not fear, surely we will return to human form in time for school on Monday..." the Arabian Mau promises with a wave of his paw. A confident up-tilt of his angular head and a slow waving of his tail only further showing just how unphased he is by this sudden situation. If only outwardly for his friend's sake.

"For now we should enjoy this unusual purr-dicament—" Damian mews, cringing slightly at his own bad pun but huffs with a barely-there amusement at it anyways. He'll blame Grayson for rubbing off on him later.

"Do you think we can talk to animals now?" He diverts the conversation away from his cat-pun before his friend can comment on it, with an elated trill. If he was ever trying to hide his soft side for animals, it was failing him at this very moment atrociously.

"I wish to ensure all the creatures here are satisfied with their care. You shall join me for a tour of the grounds while we are at it," Damian states matter-of-factly, an excuse to run around with his best friend and show off all his pets in a way he never could before? Perfect.