[Whatever's been done, he's taken no notice of it, because he's solely focused now: find his head. Find his head, fix the problem, he needs his head.
It's only when there's a hand on his shoulder that he's stopped, and there's a pulse of something and a bag in his hands-
It isn't pretty, isn't graceful, as the plastic is shredded and clawed fingers scrape against the sealing charm still lingering on the head. It's his head though, and though it's momentarily sluggish, his eyes shoot open, dark and bloodshot and frankly as monsterous as ever. There's still no energy directed to the glamour of keeping his normal appearance up, everything is focused on breaking the charm while he gnashes his teeth and nearly vibrates with barely contained rage.
But..wait...wait what, where is he?
Now that he's able to see, it takes a moment or two for things to click, and once he overlooks the mess that he's made,he's at least kowtowed enough to feel ashamed. This is James' place. James' place that he's unintentionally trashed.]
...sorry.
[His voice is hoarse with disuse, and it takes him a moment of coughing to get it working again. By that time he's sufficently embarrassed enough that he's letting the glamour slowly drip back into place.]
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Date: 2016-04-05 12:05 am (UTC)From:It's only when there's a hand on his shoulder that he's stopped, and there's a pulse of something and a bag in his hands-
It isn't pretty, isn't graceful, as the plastic is shredded and clawed fingers scrape against the sealing charm still lingering on the head. It's his head though, and though it's momentarily sluggish, his eyes shoot open, dark and bloodshot and frankly as monsterous as ever. There's still no energy directed to the glamour of keeping his normal appearance up, everything is focused on breaking the charm while he gnashes his teeth and nearly vibrates with barely contained rage.
But..wait...wait what, where is he?
Now that he's able to see, it takes a moment or two for things to click, and once he overlooks the mess that he's made,he's at least kowtowed enough to feel ashamed. This is James' place. James' place that he's unintentionally trashed.]
...sorry.
[His voice is hoarse with disuse, and it takes him a moment of coughing to get it working again. By that time he's sufficently embarrassed enough that he's letting the glamour slowly drip back into place.]