Apr 26, 2018
@shatterdoom! / sc.
‘ -- no. ’ hermann swallows thickly, then coughs, as if the kaiju blood slowly creeping along the floor is in his throat instead; a thick, viscous, neon blue. ‘ no! no, no. ’
‘ you are punch drunk, and you are -- ’
hermann squints. what is that? pale, green-yellow, staining newton’s button down like a bad case of sweat. the kaiju’s equivalent of serous fluid. possibly. he rests his weight on his left leg, brandishing his cane at newton like a sword. ‘ you are dripping everywhere. i’ve rewritten these notes twice. i shan’t be doing it a third. ’