Chordical thought he was prepared when he closed his jaw around that cinnasnail. Everyone else could do it, and they seem fine about it, so why not? It’s easy...just chew and swallow. His eyes shot wide open when a sudden, unfamiliar sensation took over his hand and arm. It spread like a weird light, burning sensation that faded as quickly as it appeared. His jacket arm deformed, and frosting oozed out from the sleeve. His digits smooth out to long rolls, flexing in an odd manner. Felt more flexible than what he could normally do. He couldn’t help but stare with his mouth agape. Breathing was slow, but quickly became sharp. Hyperventilating, as he pulled his sleeve back to reveal a longer trail of cinnamon roll that covered the entirety of his forearm. Nothing but perpetual frosting dripped idly as he stood there trying to process the horrifying miracle of a still functional limb.
This is very much an experimental piece to help push for more colored lighting and rim lighting in general. Your gentle reminder that Chordical ain’t a fan of bugsnax, but he still eats them out of necessity. (also as an artist, he rather keep his paws food free)