Mytch, disliking the feeling of disorientation and nausea that came with going through the basement portal, decided to go a different way. Holding his watch out by its chain, he swung it like a pendulum in a complete circle. Where the watch trailed, a smoke ring appeared, leading into a foggy haze inside. His own little portal. Albert a second, his body dissipated and went through the portal, being sucked in like smoke drawn into a breeze. 

He surfaced in the human realm, next to his peers, taking human form as he arrived, looking like a body was being formed from the feet up. This form looked much like his natural one, in face and height that is. He appeared as a teenage boy of 6'6, with ragged black hair and grey eyes. He wore a grey hoodie, hood up, and darker grey pants, keeping in tandem with his usual monochrome. His watch stayed in his hoodie pocket, the lack of ticking still unsettling. Not only that, but the feeling of a heartbeat inside his chest, as opposed to a ticking watch, would take some getting used to. 

He glanced over at his partner as 'Jackson' adjusted to the human realm. It was different to Mytch as well, no doubt, but it didn't bother him so much. His largest impediment would be remembering that he could no longer pass through solid objects at will. 
Mitch joined Jackson, smirking at the man's displeasure toward the air. "Careful now," he chuckled, "You actually need air now."

Growing serious for a moment, Mytch did take on a straight face, crossing his arms. "Seriously though, [i]don't[/i] get any ideas."