[Oh, good, now Majima was on the floor with him and that was kind of Tim's fault because of the whole blood thing, he'd feel really bad about that in like five minutes when he stopped sprouting new limbs and shit. He was staring at his new arm like... well, like it was a new arm that had just yeeted itself outside of his body.]
[Tim looked over at Majima, his reaching hand, and moved to touch him with shaking, bloody fingers when his other shoulder spasmed, wrenching his back into a sharp arch. A bulge rose up on his back, shifting around under skin and muscle towards his empty shoulder socket, deforming his body as it moved like it was a chestburster alien looking for a weak point. Tim made a high-pitched, distressed noise as the pressure reached its breaking point; something had to give, either the thing inside of him or his body, and his skin gave way first. There was another spray of blood-- Tim choked on the pain of it-- and arm number two joined the party.]
Fuck. [Tim was leaning against the side of the tub, breathless, barely able to hold himself upright. The pain started to lull after the limbs were finally out of his body, going from red-hot poker intensity down to a dull ache.] God, fuck. Why does... everything have to happen the worst way?
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Date: 2019-11-30 10:13 pm (UTC)[Tim looked over at Majima, his reaching hand, and moved to touch him with shaking, bloody fingers when his other shoulder spasmed, wrenching his back into a sharp arch. A bulge rose up on his back, shifting around under skin and muscle towards his empty shoulder socket, deforming his body as it moved like it was a chestburster alien looking for a weak point. Tim made a high-pitched, distressed noise as the pressure reached its breaking point; something had to give, either the thing inside of him or his body, and his skin gave way first. There was another spray of blood-- Tim choked on the pain of it-- and arm number two joined the party.]
Fuck. [Tim was leaning against the side of the tub, breathless, barely able to hold himself upright. The pain started to lull after the limbs were finally out of his body, going from red-hot poker intensity down to a dull ache.] God, fuck. Why does... everything have to happen the worst way?