#dayruined

I’d assume though you’ve grown out of such movements if you DID do them with regular frequency.

"Far more than theoretically, stranger."

As if to demonstrate, Lace pulls herself into a stretch, allowing one of her arms to pull into a position most unnatural. Had she been standard flesh and chitin, something certainly would have snapped by now. But for a freak of nature such as she, it hardly seemed to phase her at all.

"I have my limits, of course... I can not twist my head around, as you inquire. The stitches do not account for it... And while I imagine I could live in some capacity if my head was torn off, my composition does not remove the sensation of pain, and as such I'd be hesitant to attempt it..."

Lace straightened a touch, as if inclined to say something else... But a dark haze clouded over her expression, and she quickly slumped down to a sit once more.