[Warehouse 89]
Simon grunts.
Thrashes.
Is generally unhappy about what's going on here.
His hair suddenly gets quite a bit more spiky than it was previously, as a riot of colors fill it. Not rainbow, oh no. Nothing so orderly. More like splatter paint meets tie dye. He also grows a number of rocky, jagged growths on his shoulders but they're pretty small and can't be seen under his shirt.
After a few minutes of writing about he falls slack, panting.
"Did... did it work?" Simon huffs.
"Your hair is very pretty I am thinking," Petrov comments.
Well!
He didn't explode or die.
So that must be a good thing, right?