"Don't--" Five tries to warn Gyre, but it's too late.
Twelve's body rears up, shifting back as if to strike, before lurching forward and--
Just vomiting all over Gyre. At least, it definitely looks like that. But whatever the liquid is that Twelve absolutely douses Gyre in smells like sausage and basil. Immediately as it happens, Gyre's wounds will start to close. How is that happening? How is any of this?
Also he's now sticky. Like he's been brushed with syrup. Once the liquid passes, he'll be left looking up at centipede-Twelve who's examining him closely. He'll also realize that somehow Fen isn't sticky and is now floating around him in orbit again.
"Testing. Playing." Twelve's voice comes as a whisper.
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Twelve's body rears up, shifting back as if to strike, before lurching forward and--
Just vomiting all over Gyre. At least, it definitely looks like that. But whatever the liquid is that Twelve absolutely douses Gyre in smells like sausage and basil. Immediately as it happens, Gyre's wounds will start to close. How is that happening? How is any of this?
Also he's now sticky. Like he's been brushed with syrup. Once the liquid passes, he'll be left looking up at centipede-Twelve who's examining him closely. He'll also realize that somehow Fen isn't sticky and is now floating around him in orbit again.
"Testing. Playing." Twelve's voice comes as a whisper.