Sadly, (...okay well he was actually starting to get scrapped-), he had to resort to hardening his arm, then shoving it in his mouth. Grabbing his hand and sort using it as a sorta of, you know, jaw...thing, whatever.
He didn't even notice it yet, the back of his head hitting the tree or, wall whatever. As he let out a little laugh, more out of awkwardness than worry.
He swallowed, finally actually realizing, just-how tired he was. Not that only, the strange.. cracks on him?..It was, weird to say the least. I mean sure, he got nicked by a car once or twice, but-cracks?
