[In his cabin, Scorpius feels the alarming concern of being short of breath. He leans over his desk with palms splayed, gasping hard with labored breathing. Nothing he does seems to make the sudden pain in his chest and stomach go away.
In response, his claws dig tellingly into the doll's neck, held fast under one hand. In an instant, though, the pain vanishes like it never existed. Perturbed, he straightens up, looking towards the door]
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In response, his claws dig tellingly into the doll's neck, held fast under one hand. In an instant, though, the pain vanishes like it never existed. Perturbed, he straightens up, looking towards the door]
Enter.