@thetoxicpurifier
Sarin takes a step back, a sour expression of disgust on his face beneath the mask. “Hey. Watch your tone.”
He does not much appreciate being talked down to.
Two slick, black tongues snake out of his jaws, lashing about angrily before they are retracted; the Glitch rears up onto his hind legs and forces out a snarl, gnashing his teeth.
He does not like this person--they reek of something... it burns his nose and makes his chest hurt.









