[Kurloz keeps his one hand in his pocket with the scissors, idly stroking along the blades as he follows Meulin obediently. His eyes dart around to stare at the other students and staff members, the moving paintings and stairways, all of these new sights and sounds intriguing to him. The hospital wing is almost painfully bright to him and he throws an arm up over his eyes in defense to stop his eyes from being burnt out by the sunlight.
No searing hot pain forthcoming, he lowers his arm and blinks in the brightly lit room, marvelling at how his now pink space-monkey eyes seem better accustomed to the light. Unfortunately for Meulin, both Mamma and Dolores are busy dealing with the swarms of students and staff members that are flooding the castle with their sudden identity crises.]
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No searing hot pain forthcoming, he lowers his arm and blinks in the brightly lit room, marvelling at how his now pink space-monkey eyes seem better accustomed to the light. Unfortunately for Meulin, both Mamma and Dolores are busy dealing with the swarms of students and staff members that are flooding the castle with their sudden identity crises.]