Gavin jumped as he heard somebody addressing him. After listening a moment, shuddering a bit at the "cool mutation" piece, he began to tentatively speak, quailing before the large and (to him) aggressive-looking man. He was unable to make eye contact, instead looking down and speaking in a low mumble. It came out garbled, the mandibles mangling his speech just like they did the fruit. His heavy Scottish accent did nothing to help matters, only making it less intelligible until it sounded more like Italian than English.

"I—I'm Gavin. Gavin MacAllistair. I...they crossed me with an insect of some sort. Maybe...dragonfly? I mean, most bugs don't have four wings."

As he spoke, a snapping, rustling sound emanated from his back and his sweatshirt stretched out. He winced. [i]If I'd known it was going to be anywhere near this painful, I never would've agreed to it.[/i] Taking a deep breath, pained breath, he slipped the hoodie off, letting his insectoid wings fan out through the long, crude slits cut by a guard—whether as a kindness or a mocking joke, he didn't know. While the pain didn't fade entirely, it did recede, and the four wings hung there, occasionally sliding over themselves to create the clicking noise.

He looked down again immediately. "I guess it would be nice if it didn't hurt so much. The jaws hurt my cheeks, and the wings kill my shoulders and back." He rubbed the bulges in his cheeks tenderly.

[@Helo]