*Quiet for a good moment, trying not to twitch from the puppy-tickling... takes a deep breath... and pauses, making some itty sound. Whatever mental trigger it was that he needed, he seems to've found it again. A white glow spreads over him, darkening his striped hide to a black....*
*...and when it fades again, he's human once more, orange glowing lines retreating into the mark on the back of his hand.*
*He doesn't sit up just yet. He's going to untuck one arm from where he's holding them up against his chest, and hug more onto Abel instead.*
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Date: 2009-08-01 01:58 am (UTC)*...and when it fades again, he's human once more, orange glowing lines retreating into the mark on the back of his hand.*
*He doesn't sit up just yet. He's going to untuck one arm from where he's holding them up against his chest, and hug more onto Abel instead.*
*totally shaken still, quiet* ....'s it over?