[After a moment, Zib starts to lift up his hands, as if wanting to return the hug--that's what you're normally supposed to do, right? Or at least he's pretty sure that's what normal people do when they're getting hugged--but then he stops. He catches sight of his hands, claws extended at a longer length than he remembers them being at before, and the vileblood that's still coating them, along with the strange cracks that have formed on his skin. Something angry still waiting to burst free.
He can only imagine what the rest of him looks like right now, and it's not a pretty picture to consider given the amount of pain he's in from the insect like appendages that have sprouted out already.]
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He can only imagine what the rest of him looks like right now, and it's not a pretty picture to consider given the amount of pain he's in from the insect like appendages that have sprouted out already.]
Even if... I'm like this?
[It's said quietly, almost a whisper.]