Twelve heads, twenty-four arms, twelve legs, twelve tails. Not exactly a full times-twelve across the board, but close enough, and you can imagine what a mess his insides must be. And this whole mass has a single mind controlling all of it, getting an order of magnitude more sensory information than normal, which took a lifetime to adjust to. But it's a sensation he wouldn't change for anything. Learning to handle the overload has been well worth it for a body that capable.


The bands around his ankles and wrists have numbers and distinctive patterns, both for his own sake and anyone else's; it's a lot easier for someone to say "could you move hand number eleven, it's near my plate" than to come up with an unambiguous way to refer to "third left hand in the second row" or whichever.

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