[That comes out as barely more than a squeak. But really, years? To be trapped in some kind of comic book prison? How does this kind of thing even happen?
And changes to his body? Tito stares blankly for a moment before, slowly, he puts his glass of water down and reaches one hand back as instructed. His fingertips prod into feathers and another jolt of pain jabs through him.
Oh. Wings. So that's what hurts.
Wait a minute, wings? Twisting in his chair, temporarily forgetting that he's trying to cover bony skinniness and a scar, he looks over his shoulder and catches sight of tawny, feathery wings attached to his back.]
[Action!]
[That comes out as barely more than a squeak. But really, years? To be trapped in some kind of comic book prison? How does this kind of thing even happen?
And changes to his body? Tito stares blankly for a moment before, slowly, he puts his glass of water down and reaches one hand back as instructed. His fingertips prod into feathers and another jolt of pain jabs through him.
Oh. Wings. So that's what hurts.
Wait a minute, wings? Twisting in his chair, temporarily forgetting that he's trying to cover bony skinniness and a scar, he looks over his shoulder and catches sight of tawny, feathery wings attached to his back.]
W-what the... How did... I'm not dead, am I?