He pulls the jacket off, ripping it in the urgency and forgetting it as soon as it leaves his fingers. The shirt is simply torn in half and he growls, thrashing his arms to be free of the constrictions. The rest of his clothes follow and for a moment he rubs furiously at his skin. Something living, something Alive under his skin. A parasite. A worm
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