ALT Bastile was dreaming. A dream of rubbing himself in between Sukia's thighs, holding him tight. He panted and growled, not being very talkative in that form, mostly making loud sounds. His physical body clawed on the couch, moving his hips very lightly as Sukia rubbed his massive bulge while he the Roo slept... but things were going to get messy. In his dreams, when he was about to finish... he woke up. Yellow eyes, glowing... and staring down at Sukia. Bastile's first thought was to rush and pin him down. A loud growl escaped his throat and he closed his eyes again, holding tightly onto the couch, his claws sinking into it. He was clearly fighting himself there. "Grrr- Nn...!" When he opened his eyes again, they were magenta... Bastile was unstable, but at least now he had control over his primal instincts.