His skin's overhot to the touch; this is a step above his usual mild fever, snapped there suddenly from the coolness his body had hit during stasis.
He opens his eyes, looks up; the speed quite possibly made it seem one blink instead of careful regard of his arm and then them.
He is being touched. The smoothness and movement of skin and tentacle against his skin is a mildly irritating distraction--much more important is the cloth against his skin and the restraints. There are two people standing like statues who he does not believe would harm him without a very good reason. So he would really.
Really.
Really like to know why he is chained down.
Experimentally, he pulls; there's an equal pull on his other wrist. There's also a creaking sound from the underside of the bed. Where is he, someplace they make the furniture out of tin? And the last thing that happened was--
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Date: 2007-07-30 03:59 am (UTC)He opens his eyes, looks up; the speed quite possibly made it seem one blink instead of careful regard of his arm and then them.
He is being touched. The smoothness and movement of skin and tentacle against his skin is a mildly irritating distraction--much more important is the cloth against his skin and the restraints. There are two people standing like statues who he does not believe would harm him without a very good reason. So he would really.
Really.
Really like to know why he is chained down.
Experimentally, he pulls; there's an equal pull on his other wrist. There's also a creaking sound from the underside of the bed. Where is he, someplace they make the furniture out of tin? And the last thing that happened was--
--bad.