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(closed) no bones about it
WHO: Howard Carter and Peter Hoboken (Potemkin)
WHERE: in some alleyway in Apprassage
WHEN: backdated to 5/15, evening
WHAT: Howard is feeling upset. Peter is here to help, but this is Howard we're talking about.
WARNINGS: Body horror for Howard having tentacle hands and bone-breaking superpowers, but nothing else at the moment!
[He had handled his previous changes okay. That's what he told himself. Nobody would have to know he could breathe underwater, as long as he stayed away from water. Nobody would know about the lack of eyes, as long as he kept them covered. He even got the hang of keeping his eyes as human as they should be, and felt confident enough to even go to work nowadays without bringing his sunglasses along.]
[But this? This is a different matter.]
[He was painting away, and he had moved his hand too quickly, trying to fill in a line of window at one of his favorite libraries, and...his hand just suddenly snapped. His wrist bent the wrong way, reaching to his arm. It hurt. He panicked, had tried to push it back, only for the rest of his fingers to suddenly become discombobulated, bones cracking so audibly-]
[And now he's currently standing in an alleyway, cursing his life. Of course, he had just "fixed" it by just letting his hand shift into those octopus-like tentacles for the moment , but how was that even a solution? Panicked, he rests his head against the wall of the alley, muttering to himself: His hand is back to normal, but he can't look at it. How can he look at it?]
What's...what's going on? What's going on... I-I can't deal with this. I don't need more of this. I should've just stayed inside. Every- everyone is going to look at me...
[And so on he goes. He's too nervous to even notice if anyone is around, he's too preoccupied with his own anxious thoughts.]
WHERE: in some alleyway in Apprassage
WHEN: backdated to 5/15, evening
WHAT: Howard is feeling upset. Peter is here to help, but this is Howard we're talking about.
WARNINGS: Body horror for Howard having tentacle hands and bone-breaking superpowers, but nothing else at the moment!
[He had handled his previous changes okay. That's what he told himself. Nobody would have to know he could breathe underwater, as long as he stayed away from water. Nobody would know about the lack of eyes, as long as he kept them covered. He even got the hang of keeping his eyes as human as they should be, and felt confident enough to even go to work nowadays without bringing his sunglasses along.]
[But this? This is a different matter.]
[He was painting away, and he had moved his hand too quickly, trying to fill in a line of window at one of his favorite libraries, and...his hand just suddenly snapped. His wrist bent the wrong way, reaching to his arm. It hurt. He panicked, had tried to push it back, only for the rest of his fingers to suddenly become discombobulated, bones cracking so audibly-]
[And now he's currently standing in an alleyway, cursing his life. Of course, he had just "fixed" it by just letting his hand shift into those octopus-like tentacles for the moment , but how was that even a solution? Panicked, he rests his head against the wall of the alley, muttering to himself: His hand is back to normal, but he can't look at it. How can he look at it?]
What's...what's going on? What's going on... I-I can't deal with this. I don't need more of this. I should've just stayed inside. Every- everyone is going to look at me...
[And so on he goes. He's too nervous to even notice if anyone is around, he's too preoccupied with his own anxious thoughts.]
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[That sounds like someone talking. Peter had been painting on his own, just on a different wall of the library but it might as well have been a different world from how consuming his artistic focus was. But the worry in that voice reaches out to Peter.
On the verge of proving all of Howard's fears right, the nosy and persistent Peter innocently comes over the corner to look.]
Excuse me?
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Oh! S-sorry, Peter. I'm just... [He struggles to answer. His gaze turns to his own shoes.] It's Retrospec. Have to deal with some things. Ha. Just some...things...
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Hmm, of course. Retrospec. They sure did a lot this time. Did you lose something? Need to find your way to somewhere?
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I-I didn't lose anything! And no, I'm not lost, I'm just...
[He sighs.]
Gaining things, all the time. It's probably not a big deal, okay?
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[Peter just assumed, because it's a very pertinent and prominent issue going on right now. Peter quickly changes gears, because that actually sounds like it could be much worse.
Carnage at his hands, not seeing his own body in his dreams. Peter knows it well. ]
What do you think is coming - look, if you think something is happening, there's places we can go to!
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[He'd take the disappearing over what's going on with him. He just keeps getting more and more things, things upon things, changes heaped with changes. He wants it to stop, desperately.]
What places? I don't want to go anywhere. Just...I want to stay here, okay? Please.
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[Peter tries to sound comforting, but it's difficult when it feels like a facade, because he's felt insecure himself over the same. But he's not going to let Howard lie down on the street again.
Suddenly, Peter brings out the words he wish he heard:]
I won't be afraid, whatever it is!
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[He lets out a sound - it almost sounds like a choked attempt at a laugh.]
I don't think so. [What a joke. He doesn't know the extent of what is happening with him.] My changes are far more drastic than you realize.