"Alright, Kree." Amethiel sighed, clearly disappointed.
Because on the way back to the lab, within a blink of Amethiel's eyes, Kree's two extra arms and tentacles had disappeared.
'At least I know one way they come out,' Amethiel thought, leading Kree back toward the chains.
"We need to find other ways to trigger your tentacles and extra arms instead of depending on outsiders," Amethiel said, running his fingers through his hair. "We'll work on that tomorrow. I'm probably already in trouble. Dinner with family is waiting."
Why was he even telling the creature that?
It's not like it could fully understand him.
Amethiel placed the shackles back onto Kree's wrists, securing them with a firm click. Then he looked up at him.
"I'll be back to check on you tonight, just to make sure you don't throw a tantrum," he said. "But that will be after I sleep."
"Master?" Kree tilted his head.
"No tantrums, understood?" Amethiel said, voice firmer.
'Or else I'll have to punish you.'
