He thought so, huh? R agreed; the disconnect he always felt between his brain and his stiff lips wasn't as wide a chasm anymore. He was pleased to know it was already that noticeable. The corners of his mouth, still riddled with dead veins that were thawing from a corpse's blue to something more lifelike, quirked in a smile. Shion tended to get those reactions from him.

"It's..." R pauses. A little scary? Amazing? "Messier...than...thought. But...good."

He tried to think of it as if his corpse was leeching out all the poison, all the death, from it. That once it was gone, he'd be good as new. He'd just be like Shion, except taller. But same heart beat, same pulse. They could be friends without the muzzle in between them. It'd be nice.

"Think...hurt," R peered down at the rash. There was a nasty little boil forming on one knuckle, begging to be popped by someone with no self control.