For a second, Kyousuke caught himself staring at Sora's hands himself, in a state of belief that this was even happening. He'd seen some strange sights in his lifetime, but this...? And to think that this was intentional. A show put on for the Head Doctor's amusement. 'What makes a human,' he'd asked. ... What a joke. The boy scowled at the thought, most of his fear being replaced by a sudden jolt of pure contempt.

"No, behind you," he corrected, unable to keep the hard edge out of it. "It's harder to get out that way." That, and it meant he wouldn't have to focus there and watch as his hands changed. Taking it out of sight wouldn't change the reality, but it was still for the best. It was bad enough for Kyousuke to see, let alone it were his own body.

He sat next to Sora and pulled his hands behind him, beginning to tie that way. There was some way to do this so it would only pull even tighter if you tried to escape, but he didn't know the pattern, so he settled for something basic, hoping it would hold. He didn't want to touch it or even look at it any longer than he had to, so he made quick work of the process, and if nothing else, his frustration ensured that that rope was pulled particularly tight.

After that... His legs next, he guessed. He stood stiffly, with clenched fists, to grab more material. He tried to avoid looking at Sora at all as he did so, because it was getting less easy, and he didn't want him to see if he happened to cringe away.