[ Royce stumbles his way to the back, where the one restroom is. He holds onto the sink and just stares at himself for a while. It's bad. His teeth are sharp, like an animal. They're not quite the same as before, with that rusted metal look, and his skin is still shadowy. His cloak is attached, he finds. Threaded to his skin. If he pulls, he thinks, he could get it off, but it hurts bad enough that he won't.
He reaches, slowly, to push his hand through his hair again, and this time, another alarming chunk comes out. Breath hitching, he stares at it, and then continues to pull it out. When it's out, sitting in the sink, it looks like strands of black thread.
Royce turns and makes his way back out into the lobby. He's bald, yes, but he also doesn't look much like Royce anymore. His features are mostly the same, but he's made of shadow, his eyes bright yellow, his mouth just a little too big. ]
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He reaches, slowly, to push his hand through his hair again, and this time, another alarming chunk comes out. Breath hitching, he stares at it, and then continues to pull it out. When it's out, sitting in the sink, it looks like strands of black thread.
Royce turns and makes his way back out into the lobby. He's bald, yes, but he also doesn't look much like Royce anymore. His features are mostly the same, but he's made of shadow, his eyes bright yellow, his mouth just a little too big. ]