[The world is still swimming into focus, and it's made worse by the way everything swings about dizzyingly as he sits up. Having Max there to steady him helps, at least...with Basil blinking hard to try to encourage his vision to correct itself. Everything has a subtle blur to it, like he just can't focus properly...
In the end, though, the first thing he finally settles on are his legs. They're stretched out in front of him, half bent at the knee. Somehow his clothing didn't get horrifically torn by the changes- perhaps because they're tailored to work for a Gargoyle, less so for a wingless monster as now the back has a useless gaping hole in it- meaning that he's able to fully focus on the deer legs he now has, completely lacking in any proper feet or digits or...anything. They're just hooves attached to furry green stilts.
...and they're. Partially decayed.]
H....e...mm-eeh!?!
[Basil brings both hands to his face, touching it all over until he reaches his ears, squeezing them briefly before he reaches up even further to touch his horns...no, his hair. His HAIR. He has hair??]
cw: decay
In the end, though, the first thing he finally settles on are his legs. They're stretched out in front of him, half bent at the knee. Somehow his clothing didn't get horrifically torn by the changes- perhaps because they're tailored to work for a Gargoyle, less so for a wingless monster as now the back has a useless gaping hole in it- meaning that he's able to fully focus on the deer legs he now has, completely lacking in any proper feet or digits or...anything. They're just hooves attached to furry green stilts.
...and they're. Partially decayed.]
H....e...mm-eeh!?!
[Basil brings both hands to his face, touching it all over until he reaches his ears, squeezing them briefly before he reaches up even further to touch his horns...no, his hair. His HAIR. He has hair??]
I- I ch-changed! But-...!
[I want to be able to spend more time with Max.
...]