His alternate is being real set on cleaning him the fuck up. It's strange and not, simultaneous. An avox should be clean. An avox shouldn't not be needing no other motherfuckers to be making him so. Kurloz would be the type to. But then why was his ownself just--
There's another flinch as finally he's all stopped and done being brushed over. Instead, Kurloz is there looking. Holding him steady and trying to find he who ain't supposed to be no more.
Kurloz catches his eye before he can even look down and there's something terrible and mesmerizing about looking into the eyes of his reflection turned flipways. He feels himself cringing away from up inside, trying to get away from his eyes like he's all stripped bare and exposed.
He can't wake up. He doesn't want... it's too hard to. He is bolted by his feet to the bottom of the motherfucking recooperacoon. Tearing that out is gonna hurt something fierce.
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There's another flinch as finally he's all stopped and done being brushed over. Instead, Kurloz is there looking. Holding him steady and trying to find he who ain't supposed to be no more.
Kurloz catches his eye before he can even look down and there's something terrible and mesmerizing about looking into the eyes of his reflection turned flipways. He feels himself cringing away from up inside, trying to get away from his eyes like he's all stripped bare and exposed.
He can't wake up. He doesn't want... it's too hard to. He is bolted by his feet to the bottom of the motherfucking recooperacoon. Tearing that out is gonna hurt something fierce.