Aug 04, 2008 21:15
Igor woke up, absolutely terrified, and leapt out of bed to lurch his way to the mirror. When he saw his reflection, he breathed a sigh of relief. All his fingers and toes were there, and his hunch and the scars. He smoothed his fingers over the one on his forehead, shuddering a little.
It was no one's fault that Igors started out looking so inadequate, no one could blame him for having temporarily been an unadorned and unaugmented child, but it had still been a disturbing experience.
Maybe he'd spend the day giving himself a new scar or two, or adjusting his fingers, just until he was over the shock.