Walter mostly just watches the tendrils hair wrap around his arm. He should have probably used his non-dominant hand, that was stupid. But there's not a ton to do now. He waits for some kind of sudden jolt of pain.
It never happens.
"Why am I what?" He curiously tugs at the hair around his arm with his free hand. It does not budge.
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Date: 2014-05-10 07:26 am (UTC)It never happens.
"Why am I what?" He curiously tugs at the hair around his arm with his free hand. It does not budge.