[He touches it, feeling it up until it reaches his shoulder and the petrification is worsened. The flecks darker.]
I'm turning to fucking stone.
[And he stares, sitting with that fact. He watches, waits to see if it's worsening in real time. But after moment he realizes that it simply isn't.]
...No wonder my arm hurts.
[he looks at Barnabas at last, and is nearly overcome by the sight of him. His muscular, glistening body. It's truly incredible. An impressively sculpted body, with nary a scar. Save for the one, of course.]
... I'm glad one of us is in decent shape. Well. It... It doesn't seem to be worsening. And I can still feel my more pressing issue.
[He sighs as he tugs off his trousers, folding them up. If only he had some dry underwear. Oh well. He takes his time wrapping his towel about his waist, ultimately unselfconscious.]
cw: mild body horror, petrifying, nudity and adult themes from here down
I'm turning to fucking stone.
[And he stares, sitting with that fact. He watches, waits to see if it's worsening in real time. But after moment he realizes that it simply isn't.]
...No wonder my arm hurts.
[he looks at Barnabas at last, and is nearly overcome by the sight of him. His muscular, glistening body. It's truly incredible. An impressively sculpted body, with nary a scar. Save for the one, of course.]
... I'm glad one of us is in decent shape. Well. It... It doesn't seem to be worsening. And I can still feel my more pressing issue.
[He sighs as he tugs off his trousers, folding them up. If only he had some dry underwear. Oh well. He takes his time wrapping his towel about his waist, ultimately unselfconscious.]