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[hallaifyouherd]

So, ah.

[ No sign of the elf on the screen. No. Better not. Not yet, anyway.

Not until whatever is happening decides to...not, anymore. ]

It seems as though there's a number of changes taking place.

Does anyone know when they stop?

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[hallaifyouherd]

I don't know. Everything keeps changing. Sometimes it's my nose, or my ears, or my skin...

[ Her hand lifts to rub against the shaved underside of her hair, scraping against the fuzz of her scalp.

She looks mildly distressed, to say the least. ]

[lovernotafighter]

Holy shit! [How ...god, that's just weird!]

D...does it hurt?

[hallaifyouherd]

No, but it's very--

I would like it to stop.

[lovernotafighter]

[Fuck yeah, he could understand that; he wanted it to stop, too, because it was unnerving as fuck to look at.]

If it doesn't hurt and shit, don't by any mirrors or shit. Just...ignore it?

[hallaifyouherd]

I'm trying.

It's not as easy as that.

[lovernotafighter]

Your hands aren't turning into claws or anything, are they?

[hallaifyouherd]

No, not yet, thank the gods.