[ Nigel doesn't hesitate, once he manages to pull open a space large enough to squeeze through. Some destinies required sacrifices to fulfill (a mother's love, a bullet to the brain), so he risks getting caught and hopes that, if something's to be snagged, it's merely his jacket and not himself. He almost laughs out of relief when he finds himself on the other side, but the sound is caught in his throat and transformed into something more closely resembling surprise.
He approaches the moltings carefully, recognizing them for what they are, and with fascination burning in his belly he extends a hand to touch one. ] What do you like on the inside, I wonder? [ he wonders aloud, his mind attempting to reconcile what he knows of Saya's body and what he's found now. The permutations are varied and entertaining and all of them, enthralling.
Nigel wonders, if he were to ask Saya politely, if she would show him. ]
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
He approaches the moltings carefully, recognizing them for what they are, and with fascination burning in his belly he extends a hand to touch one. ] What do you like on the inside, I wonder? [ he wonders aloud, his mind attempting to reconcile what he knows of Saya's body and what he's found now. The permutations are varied and entertaining and all of them, enthralling.
Nigel wonders, if he were to ask Saya politely, if she would show him. ]