[The image in the mirror, the image not meant to be broadcasted but shown now anyway, is grotesque at best.
Skin peeling, raw flesh evident beneath, here and there even the white of bone showing through-- Clearly, this is more than enough to account for the expression of horror frozen on Riff's face at the moment. He's too distracted to notice that, in his haste to get to a mirror upon seeing his body, he apparently bumped into his Network Device. No, he doesn't have the capacity to notice that right now. He's falling apart, skin and flesh and sinew, falling apart quite literally.]
((OOC: Aaah I couldn't help it! (bit of a spoiler→)
It's canon. ...not that Riff knows that. Hence the dlgkdf D8 D8 D8 as any sane person would feel if they found themselves zombified one day. ANYWHO. Though I finish midterms tomorrow (today, technically, sob), school is determined not to let me rest this quarter so I might be slow. Just a heads-up. orz ))