Asura Goes Out to Stretch
[Sometime after dusk, Asura has left his home, sneaked his way to the store, and redeemed his letter in exchange for another wonderful regain. He steps outside and looks at the moon. The scarves encasing his head crack and split open, revealing his face. He grins wider and wider, likely wider than a human should physically be capable of; his teeth change shape and became rows of serrated blades.]
Hello, moon.
[He places his palms together and bends backwards, so far that it appears his though spine must have snapped and the top of his head is against the concrete immediately behind his feet.]
Even the moon in this world can't see what I am doing.
[He stands upright once again and to his annoyance, he begins fidgeting. Asura begins scratching and rubbing at his skin. His foot tap, tap, taps the ground.]
Now that I have it back, I can feel it. It's not on right. It's not fitting right.
I'm not wearing it right.
[He continues to rub and scratch and tug at his skin.]
My skin is not on correctly. This is agitating.
[Asura pulls his skin as though it were putty. His hands pull the skin on his back and arms several feet away from his flesh. While he does so, it makes a strange, fleshy sound With his hands pulling his skin taut, Asura twists his body until his torso is like a corkscrew. After several minutes of tugging, twisting, and he finally lets go and his skin and body whip back into a normal position.]
Ah.
Better. That's far more comfortable. How did I not notice my skin before?
Hello, moon.
[He places his palms together and bends backwards, so far that it appears his though spine must have snapped and the top of his head is against the concrete immediately behind his feet.]
Even the moon in this world can't see what I am doing.
[He stands upright once again and to his annoyance, he begins fidgeting. Asura begins scratching and rubbing at his skin. His foot tap, tap, taps the ground.]
Now that I have it back, I can feel it. It's not on right. It's not fitting right.
I'm not wearing it right.
[He continues to rub and scratch and tug at his skin.]
My skin is not on correctly. This is agitating.
[Asura pulls his skin as though it were putty. His hands pull the skin on his back and arms several feet away from his flesh. While he does so, it makes a strange, fleshy sound With his hands pulling his skin taut, Asura twists his body until his torso is like a corkscrew. After several minutes of tugging, twisting, and he finally lets go and his skin and body whip back into a normal position.]
Ah.
Better. That's far more comfortable. How did I not notice my skin before?