[ Whereas Robbie is confused by sheen and liquidity to the teenager's skin. When xyr's arms start losing shape - melting – Robbie scrambles backwards a few feet in a crab walk. ]
((What’s happening?)).
[ The trippy, instinctive fear of body horror fades to intense concern, and Robbie is up and jogging over to the teen. His eyebrows are knit tightly together with worry. ]
((Your arms – are you)) all right? ((Shit, you were melting. Please tell me you’re a shape-shifter.))
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((What’s happening?)).
[ The trippy, instinctive fear of body horror fades to intense concern, and Robbie is up and jogging over to the teen. His eyebrows are knit tightly together with worry. ]
((Your arms – are you)) all right? ((Shit, you were melting. Please tell me you’re a shape-shifter.))