This is... a lot. This is a lot, Twelve. Why are you like this.
She rears back, and he immediately jumps into action, darting towards the nearest coil of her body. He's certain she's going to attack him, and he holds Fen tight to his body with one arm while the other grabs her body. He moves to leap over it and before his feet leave the ground, he's suddenly splattered in hot, wet... what the fuck is this.
He stops in place, a horrified shudder racing up his spine as he realizes she just spit up all over him. He's covered in monster vomit? Worse, he feels better? His body doesn't hurt nearly as bad, and he glances down at his chest, watching with steadily growing fascination as his wounds close.
"That's," he begins, only to splutter on his words as some of the nasty goop gets into his mouth. It tastes good is the problem here. He has to force himself to spit the glop of it onto the ground, shivering as he realizes that it just tasted like meat? Meat and one of those smelly spices that people liked to use. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, turning to face her again. At least she just admits she's playing, he supposes.
"You're... Okay," he says, sighing and reaching up to wipe his face. His fingers pass over what's left of the cut on his cheek, but mostly all he manages to do is smear sticky gloop over himself. This was a mistake.
"Ugh... this is gross I need to wash." He shakes his head, pushing his hair back out of his face so that it smears together into a single blob because of the goo. His attention flicks briefly around, settling on Fen floating above him. Tension rolls out of his body, and he takes a deep breath. Settling himself. If all she wants is to roughhouse like a kid, then he can do that. She seems to be minding Fen at least, so as off-balance as he feels, he can't call her all bad just yet.
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She rears back, and he immediately jumps into action, darting towards the nearest coil of her body. He's certain she's going to attack him, and he holds Fen tight to his body with one arm while the other grabs her body. He moves to leap over it and before his feet leave the ground, he's suddenly splattered in hot, wet... what the fuck is this.
He stops in place, a horrified shudder racing up his spine as he realizes she just spit up all over him. He's covered in monster vomit? Worse, he feels better? His body doesn't hurt nearly as bad, and he glances down at his chest, watching with steadily growing fascination as his wounds close.
"That's," he begins, only to splutter on his words as some of the nasty goop gets into his mouth. It tastes good is the problem here. He has to force himself to spit the glop of it onto the ground, shivering as he realizes that it just tasted like meat? Meat and one of those smelly spices that people liked to use. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, turning to face her again. At least she just admits she's playing, he supposes.
"You're... Okay," he says, sighing and reaching up to wipe his face. His fingers pass over what's left of the cut on his cheek, but mostly all he manages to do is smear sticky gloop over himself. This was a mistake.
"Ugh... this is gross I need to wash." He shakes his head, pushing his hair back out of his face so that it smears together into a single blob because of the goo. His attention flicks briefly around, settling on Fen floating above him. Tension rolls out of his body, and he takes a deep breath. Settling himself. If all she wants is to roughhouse like a kid, then he can do that. She seems to be minding Fen at least, so as off-balance as he feels, he can't call her all bad just yet.