[ It's going to become apparent that everything hurts in a moment. His mouth is dry, his eyes feel like he has pulled that header into the sand. Grainy, hard, burning. Thinking for a second that it might be Jotaro running especially hot, he pushes off from him ad first rips his key out from under his collar. It's dull and dingy appearance has disappeared, making it brilliant and new. He drops it abruptly back to hanging because the feeling of being thrown clear on a pit of burning coals hasn't gone away.
It's spreading, spreading, making Rohan claw away at his shirt until it is nothing but tatters around his neck. This isn't the kind of bodice ripping anyone wants to be doing in this situation and more mistakes have been made, apparently. The one thing he does not do is scream. He has his teeth crammed harshly into his bottom lip. They catch at the left side and tear it right open. He pays it no mind with all of his focus being on the tightening of his scales until--
Starting from the end of his tail, the black bands and patterns glow around the white. He can feel how they jitter when the light and the heat spread all the way up to his now bare shoulders. His wriggling and writhing ceases when the light itself begins to fade. In its wake, every bit of black that has covered his body from tail to fingernail has changed to an eggplant violet. Not a scale has been left untouched except for the white sticking out against it. Rohan releases his lip and barely uncurls his claws from his arms. ]
... --gifts... [ He exhales hard and breathless. Only 'gifts' leaves his lips.
The heat is gone. The breeze has gone away. The pain has disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving Rohan speechless and with eyes as wide as dinner plates. His key is back to looking old... And he's more colorful than he ever has been.
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It's spreading, spreading, making Rohan claw away at his shirt until it is nothing but tatters around his neck. This isn't the kind of bodice ripping anyone wants to be doing in this situation and more mistakes have been made, apparently. The one thing he does not do is scream. He has his teeth crammed harshly into his bottom lip. They catch at the left side and tear it right open. He pays it no mind with all of his focus being on the tightening of his scales until--
Starting from the end of his tail, the black bands and patterns glow around the white. He can feel how they jitter when the light and the heat spread all the way up to his now bare shoulders. His wriggling and writhing ceases when the light itself begins to fade. In its wake, every bit of black that has covered his body from tail to fingernail has changed to an eggplant violet. Not a scale has been left untouched except for the white sticking out against it. Rohan releases his lip and barely uncurls his claws from his arms. ]
... --gifts... [ He exhales hard and breathless. Only 'gifts' leaves his lips.
The heat is gone. The breeze has gone away. The pain has disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving Rohan speechless and with eyes as wide as dinner plates. His key is back to looking old... And he's more colorful than he ever has been.
UM. ]