Twiggy sighed and decided he'd just make do with no water at all. He blinked a few times and then slowly tugged his scarf from his neck, showing the brutal wounds. He blinked his one eye a few times and then lightly pulled off his trench coat and let out a soft sigh as the hard pressure it had always put on his thin shoulders was released and he lightly smiled, his deformed face looking odd as it did so. His pale, long fingered hands reached down and grabbed the ends oh his sleeves of the black turtle neck he was wearing, he pulled the sleeves up slowly, trying not to make his arms fall off as he did so and he slowly slipped his arms out of the sleeves and then pulled the turtle neck over his head and dropped it to the ground. His bare chest was... Well, hideous. Skin was missing from where his proper chest should be. There was a gaping hole in his stomach that went out the side, it was surprising that the top part of his torso didn't just fall off. Bits of intestines hung out of it and you could see the edge of his bladder and liver.
He lightly ran his hand near the hole and he cringed at the pain, he looked over his shoulder and frowned slightly, the skin was either missing or charred. That was where he had been held over a fire and burnt. Then his skin had been peeled off just to be eaten. He let out a small sigh and brushed his hair out of his eyes, the empty socket was exposed. Twiggy sighed and narrowed his one bright orange eye and then proceeded to flex his arms, slightly disturbed that so much flesh was missing, he smiled slightly though, he found it fascinating sort of. How could he really be alive? The answer was he wasn't, even he knew if the Box of Pandora was destroyed or something, he'd die immediantly.
Twiggy took a deep breath and smiled. "Now for the worst of it" He muttered under his breath and slowly pulled his cameo pants down and stared at his missing parts, he looked there for a while, his orange eye tearing up. "I'm not even a man anymore" He choked out and rubbed his eye vigorously, he let out a loud swear when his finger fell off and he bent down to pick it up. He reattatched it quietly and then put his clothes to one side and looked over his shoulder at the place where his tail used to be. All there was was a bloody wound. "I loved my tail" He sighed and let out a small mew. He quickly picked up the bandages and sighed, he stared at them and blinked, how would this fix me? It may make me less hideous to look at... But it won't keep me alive any longer. He thought and frowned.