"It isn't that early, it's what, nine-ish? That's basically one o' clock. But, suit yourself, I need to-" they were cut off by the strange feeling of not entirely being in control of their body. That only meant one thing, and it wasn't good. They were destabilizing again, they had to get to Sora's place, and soon. "I'll be back… I just need to go get some things." Hurricane said, stumbling out the door. It was just in time, too, it looked like their face was starting to melt away and that probably wasn't good.
They took their hovercycle all the way back to Sora's apartment complex, feeling like their skin was going to peel open and fall off, which it probably was. Fortunately, they still had some potion left, which they took immediately, and then… darkness.
Bruises on pale skin, limbs twisting and turning and stretching out. Then, sudden stabbing pains in the chest, a heart beating far too fast for life. Sora awoke on the floor, the only sign of his transformation the large bruise on the side of his neck. "Shit, Hurricane, what did you… oh, my apologies for swearing, I'm quite out of sorts." he said to empty air, because someone had to say it. "I'd better get to that Moriarty thing… I wonder if they already visited? Oh, Hurricane does what they like, they likely did and ruined my good name. Well, first impressions, and all that." he shrugged, packing his bags and setting off for the address he'd been given.
He arrived in a taxi a few minutes later, opting not to arrive on Hurricane's too-small hovercycle, his legs were too long for their contraption. He knocked at the door, and waited for someone to answer. It was polite to wait, after all, barging in unannounced was something his other side did, not him.
