[ He rears his head back a bit at her sudden energy - which he doesn't share, blinking blearily as she finds her compact to show him what she's so worked up aboWHAT THE FUCK.
There's nothing like a little body horror to snap someone out of their hangover, the nausea from overindulgence overwhelmed by the nausea of the realization that those are his eyes that have suddenly warped into something else. White sclera now black as night, pupils burning red, the only thing unchanged is the deep steel of his irises.
He reaches a hand out to grab the compact for himself, holding it closer to get a better look. ]
So that's... that's something.
[ Was this in the contract? He does not remember this in the contract. ]
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There's nothing like a little body horror to snap someone out of their hangover, the nausea from overindulgence overwhelmed by the nausea of the realization that those are his eyes that have suddenly warped into something else. White sclera now black as night, pupils burning red, the only thing unchanged is the deep steel of his irises.
He reaches a hand out to grab the compact for himself, holding it closer to get a better look. ]
So that's... that's something.
[ Was this in the contract? He does not remember this in the contract. ]
Is this permanent?