The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
Theo rolls his eyes but smiles. "It's kinda annoying, actually, but okay."
"I wonder why, though. Like, it's not like you didn't notice it as soon as it was pointed out to you."
"I don't know," he shrugs. "It'd be weird but probably not impossible that it's a thing for my type of demon?"
He shrugs. "I mean, I don't know? Demons aren't that common anyway, I don't think, outside Sunnydale, or at least not many people know about it, and if people noticed something off about me they probably wouldn't suddenly jump to 'inhuman', they'd probably go 'must be mistaken.'"
"Well, yeah, but you never even noticed you seem to move with the grace of a French gazelle ballerina."
"… And I would never phrase it that way either," he says, "for that is an extremely horrifying way to put it."
"I don't know!" he says. "I don't think so, like, I was still good at basketball and stuff, but they didn't go 'oh my you look dashingly graceful today are you perhaps a demon' or anything."
"Not the demon part, but people here at Sunnydale High did notice you played very well, even without knowing about demons!"
"Yeah," he says. "Muggles."
And then he looks back at his arm. The place Sadde punched definitely seems to look worse overall, despite having hit him less badly, but it still doesn't look particularly bad.
"Oh. Right, yes. Okay. So, what other tests? Real dye instead of magic dye, maybe? Though I expect that won't work, now."
"Yeah," he says. "Should possibly test that at some point anyway. Uh, could test if this messes with my ability to do magic, not that I necessarily want to get that over me."