⌬ ، ⋆ ▃ ⊹ ,  ̄ @videtamare: by the bleeding edge of nolatel, you look terrible.. [ hyperion's voice chimes from the corner of the alleyway, maneuvering around the ripe garbage dump that he could smell much more than just human waste in. /stomach-turning/, as if the sight of whatever pseudo-detoxifying ritual the other had went through wasn't enough. ] what kind of .. /u͟g͟h͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟/, brawl did you get into this time? ( IT'S A MESS DOWN HERE. ) that beast's remains doesn't smell pleasant at all. \ i͟ ͟ ͟c͟a͟n͟ ͟ ͟f͟e͟e͟l͟ ͟ ͟t͟h͟e͟ ͟ ͟b͟i͟l͟e͟ ͟ ͟.͟.͟ ͟͟ ͟r͟i͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ ͟i͟n͟ ͟ ͟m͟y͟ ͟ ͟t͟h͟r͟o͟a͟t͟ [ each reverberant click had a pause in-between every ‘syllable’: the bounty hunter was displeased, expression twisting into a frown. ] HOW DO YOU STAND IT?