[Davesprite's voice starts the message, and cuts out just as abruptly as it started.]
rtr5t5yhgthyu bghe b guh hgtj
[To voice again:]
—hearing this? I can't—I can't see, I'm—
[A stretch of nothing, and finally video.]
[The view is crooked. Davesprite sits hunched over his tablet, blond hair sweat-matted to his forehead by now after all the pain he's been in, skin pale and freckled instead of the orange many know him with. He has no feathers, and what's visible of his shoulders shows him wearing a black, hoodless cloak. Beyond and above him is a tiled ceiling. But most striking are his eyes. They've been sewn shut, and over them clear lenses have been grafted into his flesh.]
—cking tablet. Hello? Hello? Is this getting through at all?
@featherydouche; voice/text/video; morning 261 (cw: eye horror, skinning)
[Davesprite's voice starts the message, and cuts out just as abruptly as it started.]
rtr5t5yhgthyu bghe b guh hgtj
[To voice again:]
—hearing this? I can't—I can't see, I'm—
[A stretch of nothing, and finally video.]
[The view is crooked. Davesprite sits hunched over his tablet, blond hair sweat-matted to his forehead by now after all the pain he's been in, skin pale and freckled instead of the orange many know him with. He has no feathers, and what's visible of his shoulders shows him wearing a black, hoodless cloak. Beyond and above him is a tiled ceiling. But most striking are his eyes. They've been sewn shut, and over them clear lenses have been grafted into his flesh.]
—cking tablet. Hello? Hello? Is this getting through at all?