Caesar fucking hated this. He hated being stuck in this damn seagull body without any other way for him to return to normal. He'd have to wait a while to get his energy back before he repossessed another body, and each minute seemed to take days to pass. But he had to do something to pass the time, didn't he? So the demon decided to take a walk on a beach, since he didn't exactly like flying. Sure, it was probably weird to see a seagall walking across the beach, but since was Caesar known to do anything normal?

While on his little adventure, Caesar spotted something on the shore and upon further inspection, he realized it was a plastic bag. And being the dumbass he was (as well as his cat instincts kicking in), he put his head through one of the holes. There wasn't anything in the bag, unfortunately, so him sticking his head in it to find something was pretty much fruitless, but the demon had been so distracted by investigating the bag that he was knocked over by a gust of wind, which only made the bag wrap around his neck more. "What the FUCK!" Caesar squawked as he fell, his wings spreading out awkwardly to catch himself.

"Yeah, no shit I'm stuck!" Caesar screeched in anger, glaring up at Connor with his feathers puffed out. He scrambled to his feet as much as he could in this weird ass body, almost losing his balance all over again. "Some help would be appreciated." He grumbled after trying to crane his neck to reach at the bag, but of course he couldn't exactly get it off of him. Moving his wings didn't exactly work, either, since, y'know, feathers instead of claws. Hell, he didn't even have conjuration to get a knife!

If Caesar had been able to, he would probably be gritting his teeth right now. The only thing he could do, however, was just glare at Coldblue as he came over and fluff his feathers out, and as Alpha came over and made his comment, it was quite clear that it was pissing him off. "Does it fucking look like I have the capability to do anything?" Caesar snapped at Coldblue before he turned to Roxanne as she came over. "Don't fucking touch me!" If there was somebody he didn't trust, it was definitely the people here, but Roxanne and Greed were the most he distrusted. As Roxanne neared him, the seagull shuffled backwards, avoiding her as much as possible.

Coldblue's snarky comments did piss him off, however Alpha's is what drove the demon over the edge. Caesar's body twitched a bit, though it mostly out of instinct rather than anything else, and soon the demon's body was lit into flames. At first, Caesar didn't know how to react, but he quite liked the feeling of the flames on his body again, even if it was feathers instead of fur. The flames, of course, burned some of the feathers and he probably smelled like he was getting burnt, but it felt great. Caesar grinned as much as he could in this body as the flames slowly disappeared, leaving him with a few burns on his body and almost completely destroying the bag. What was left of the bag fell to the ground, and Caesar stretched, embracing the feeling of the burns on his body as he moved. It was great, this was amazing!

Now, to respond to Alpha. Caesar turned to him with a frown. "Fun fact, buddy, I'm stuck in this body, actually." He stated in an almost eerie calm tone. "You joined at the wrong time, I should be back to my old body soon enough." Hopefully soon. He wanted to feel the flames on his fur rather than on feathers. Caesar then looked over at Roxanne, narrowing his eyes at her. "As for you, destroy that picture or I'll destroy it my damn self." He wanted zero evidence that this happened and although he couldn't erase peoples' memories, he could try to delete the physical evidence Roxanne had.