[ The door opens and immediately the hand falls to the floor, clawing to pull the rest of the dead weight out of the closet. He looks up, that single blue eye clouded over and yellowed around the edges looks up at her. To someone not from his own world, it's probably cause for concern- the way his features are gaunt and lack any natural color except the bruising under that one, dead eye. His mouth opens and closes, but all that comes out is a rattling bastardization of a breath. The clumsy fingers clutch insistently at her pant leg as he tries to pull himself up, only succeeding at looking like a newborn deer. ]
I've come to chomp with you again