Absorbing the full impact of the loss now that the makeup is no longer playing tricks at his face with lighting, Agatha covers her lips with fingers after the quiet gasp slipped. She chides herself with a thought and adjusts her posture to regain focus with her hand lowering to her own cup resting on the table. The excessive thinness of their nephew is troubling, but like Rosemary, she notices discrepancies from illness. His eyes for one, even averted, lack any glaze, and his lips have their natural hue. Russell is uncomfortably thin, but that seems to be the worst of it.
Her instinct is to encourage a second opinion, to offer a referral to her trusted doctors, but that Russell has more yet to share delays that impulse. Agatha is inclined to seek a rationale explanation, but twice they have been given warning it may not seem that way. So then she looks to Benjiro.
Aware of the shift of attention, his lips thin as he braces himself mentally to rejoin the conversation. Reaching across to the shoulder of his hoodie, Benjiro sits up straight in his seat to slide the loose clothing off that side and repeats the process to uncover his arms and the tightness of his t-shirt. Recently he’s gained another inch and a half in height, and muscle has been layering on visibly. He had always had broad shoulders, but he never had shown such definition. Mundane explanations have been offered before, relating it to his work at the warehouse.
“It’s...a little harder for me to demonstrate, but I can. I’ve gotten much stronger than I should be capable of. And...well, my teeth are the reason I started wearing the mask,” he admits with a fresh wash of pallor at his face. Hard to make out while speaking at a distance, he looks down as he pulls his lip down to reveal the large pointed teeth that have taken place of the human ones he had a year ago.
Agatha stares silently as she tries to make sense of the change. Human teeth can be filed to points, she has seen that but this...is definitely not natural.
A bracing inhale is taken as the realness starts to sink in vividly. “Then please, do your best to show us. Both of you,” Agatha encourages them as she concentrates on understanding all of the situation before her emotions are allowed sway over a decision to react outwardly.
No worries! IRL ate my brain
Her instinct is to encourage a second opinion, to offer a referral to her trusted doctors, but that Russell has more yet to share delays that impulse. Agatha is inclined to seek a rationale explanation, but twice they have been given warning it may not seem that way. So then she looks to Benjiro.
Aware of the shift of attention, his lips thin as he braces himself mentally to rejoin the conversation. Reaching across to the shoulder of his hoodie, Benjiro sits up straight in his seat to slide the loose clothing off that side and repeats the process to uncover his arms and the tightness of his t-shirt. Recently he’s gained another inch and a half in height, and muscle has been layering on visibly. He had always had broad shoulders, but he never had shown such definition. Mundane explanations have been offered before, relating it to his work at the warehouse.
“It’s...a little harder for me to demonstrate, but I can. I’ve gotten much stronger than I should be capable of. And...well, my teeth are the reason I started wearing the mask,” he admits with a fresh wash of pallor at his face. Hard to make out while speaking at a distance, he looks down as he pulls his lip down to reveal the large pointed teeth that have taken place of the human ones he had a year ago.
Agatha stares silently as she tries to make sense of the change. Human teeth can be filed to points, she has seen that but this...is definitely not natural.
A bracing inhale is taken as the realness starts to sink in vividly. “Then please, do your best to show us. Both of you,” Agatha encourages them as she concentrates on understanding all of the situation before her emotions are allowed sway over a decision to react outwardly.