[ Jim curls inward, as best he can. He's too ungainly to get away without actually pushing Zell, but he doesn't want Zell to see him. The fin at his back moves with each too-fast breath, curling and uncurling. It casts them in firey orange and harsh shadows.
It's not just the monstrous turn his body has taken, now, but also the things he's done today. He killed three things - people - things, and one of them had been Zell's friends. ]
Don't - I don't want to hurt you again!
[ The last time they'd touched, Zell had ended up bleeding, and Jim has far less layers on now. His sweater and t-shirt are missing, but the linen one he wore from home is hanging off him, leaving his shoulder bare. ]
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It's not just the monstrous turn his body has taken, now, but also the things he's done today. He killed three things - people - things, and one of them had been Zell's friends. ]
Don't - I don't want to hurt you again!
[ The last time they'd touched, Zell had ended up bleeding, and Jim has far less layers on now. His sweater and t-shirt are missing, but the linen one he wore from home is hanging off him, leaving his shoulder bare. ]
Please stay back.