[Ademnet lowers his hand and takes stock of himself. He's anxious to move on, there's a weird aftertaste in his mouth, and the remaining glitter on his skin itches. Besides that, nothing stands out to him as particularly unpleasant.]
Normal, I guess? I don't feel sick or anythin' yet, but that don't mean much.
[He looks up at Mlynar, making no further attempt to reach for the wall.]
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Normal, I guess? I don't feel sick or anythin' yet, but that don't mean much.
[He looks up at Mlynar, making no further attempt to reach for the wall.]
What are you thinkin'?