Can we get a do over or something? That'd be nice. [Peter manages from under the covers, not moving very far yet. The statement is a little childishly petulant, but Peter isn't exactly in the best mood.
A rat snoot pokes out from under the blankets as Peter peers out at him. Whiskers wiggling somewhat as he scents the air without thinking it. Mostly his bedroom smells like blood to Peter, and now... fish?.
The teenager winces at how pallid the older man looks. His gaze can't help but linger on the fins before taking in the gills on his neck.
Peter emerges a bit more, his brown fur speckled with chunky drying blood. It's becoming more obvious whatever remained of Peter's human face isn't there any longer.]
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A rat snoot pokes out from under the blankets as Peter peers out at him. Whiskers wiggling somewhat as he scents the air without thinking it. Mostly his bedroom smells like blood to Peter
, and now... fish?.The teenager winces at how pallid the older man looks. His gaze can't help but linger on the fins before taking in the gills on his neck.
Peter emerges a bit more, his brown fur speckled with chunky drying blood. It's becoming more obvious whatever remained of Peter's human face isn't there any longer.]
Maybe you should sit down?