“i'd suggest poison, but whatever happened to it probably made it immune,” soren posits. From the moment Lex had made his approach, soren had withdrawn his hand into his bed sheet shroud, but considering Lex's size and how soren hadn't perfectly predicted his attention being turned on him, it's still likely that Lex had been able to see soren's hand.
Covered in scales, now. Tipped in dark claws. Sharp enough that each careless movement had made lines on the countertop in soren's little search. might be a decent weapon. he hadn't taken inventory of himself yet. he should take inventory.
he specifically avoids turning to face Lex. The angle might uncover his face, and soren has no idea how ugly he might seem now. not that he's ever been especially attractive. attractive enough. he never -
It feels harder and harder to focus his thoughts on the rational, so each time he feels himself drifting, he steers himself harshly in the opposite direction.
“They don't,” he continues, “stay the same, i mean.”
he is, he thinks. he hopes. impossible to tell, without taking inventory.
"i was on my way to work. In an instant, car crashes seemed to explode left and right. Grotesque appendages of fleshy rainbows burst from windows and squeezed themselves trapped in the car - if not merging and integrating the metal itself. i dropped my phone and couldn't retrieve it before some manner of mutated elephant's foot smashed it into the concrete, the person responsible had appeared as some sort of salary man or accountant mere seconds prior. Most of his body had become a horrible maw, and he reached towards me to try and pull me in.
“Fighting is the least we need to prepare for. We have the lucidity to stay our hands. We must assume whatever we encounter will not.”
Through his speech, had Lex not been hovering beside him, soren may have continued his work sorting through the kitchen's resources. At his side, he was frozen, afraid to show the slightest of his own changes.
Lex had implied it doesn't matter, if he's the same inside, but soren knows first hand how easily it is to lie.
“i was looking for someone too. They live on the first floor. Considering the beast that seems to have taken residence there, we'll have to muster everything we can before attempting a rescue.”
“Wooow ~” Ophelia replies, her sing-songy voice twisting beyond what seems a normal ‘human’ pitch. “If we're making a list, can we go to the roof? I want -”
“No,” soren cuts her off.
