"Excuse me, I think you dropped something." Twitch would chuckle, holding out a potion bottle from the rift, filled not with a salve but with goo he'd obtained during a match.
"Oh, heh, thanks!" Zac says.
If anyone has ever wondered about the possibility of a goo monster blushing, well… there you go. He gladly takes the bottle and empties the contents out. The blob rejoins him, beefing him up just a tad and making him a little taller.
Zac offers the jar back with a large grin. “You’re the best, buddy.”
"You’re welcome." Twitch would return the grin, taking the jar back from Zac, before stashing it in a pocket. "Where does all of your goo even go after each match, anyway? There was way more than just this when I got it."
"Usually it crawls back to me. Sometimes that takes a few days." Zac's shoulder wiggles and breaks off a small piece. It shimmies down his arm and then continuously bounces in his palm. "At those points I kinda feel spaced out or just-" He rubs his chin. "Separate, you know? Like I'm missing part of my bicep, pecs, gluts... etc. Really important parts."
The little blob rejoins the whole package. Zac proceeds to flex. "But I think it's all come back now! Really, thanks again."














