[ Restless, kept at bay only but the chill of the icebox lulling him to sleep, Rohand lifts his head. That smell is Jotaro. Not food. He tells himself that. Over... And over... He coils harder around the box, calling: ]
I'm here.
[ He sounds as tired as he has been making himself. He's still okay to look at but some of his Monstery Nuances are exaggerated. Rohan's teeth are larger, distending his jaw. His fangs don't want to stay folded up and have begun peering out over his bottom lip. His fingers are unnaturally long and the claws have grown rapidly with them as sharp as blades meant to cut shackled whole cows. His skin is more pale, but his eyes still shine brightly as ever in the dark. It isn't a nice look. Looking nice isn't really important right now.
But whenever Jotaro comes to the backroom, he will see one tired and forcefully shaken snake pathetically hugging a box full of ice. ]
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I'm here.
[ He sounds as tired as he has been making himself. He's still okay to look at but some of his Monstery Nuances are exaggerated. Rohan's teeth are larger, distending his jaw. His fangs don't want to stay folded up and have begun peering out over his bottom lip. His fingers are unnaturally long and the claws have grown rapidly with them as sharp as blades meant to cut shackled whole cows. His skin is more pale, but his eyes still shine brightly as ever in the dark. It isn't a nice look. Looking nice isn't really important right now.
But whenever Jotaro comes to the backroom, he will see one tired and forcefully shaken snake pathetically hugging a box full of ice. ]