[ This is good. She's fast. Hunk moves around the potted plant, though it's closer to a skitter, interposing his back between the disaster radius and this poor girl.
And then a hideous noise echoes into the poor plant, somewhere between a woodchipper mauling a couch and a toilet getting clogged. One deep, raspy breath. Another. And then, a wheeze: ]
I... I think I'm good...
[ He waits a moment, and then... just pushes the pot away from him, and away from this girl he just vomited in front of. He doesn't want to smell it, so he's sure she doesn't want to, either. ]
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And then a hideous noise echoes into the poor plant, somewhere between a woodchipper mauling a couch and a toilet getting clogged. One deep, raspy breath. Another. And then, a wheeze: ]
I... I think I'm good...
[ He waits a moment, and then... just pushes the pot away from him, and away from this girl he just vomited in front of. He doesn't want to smell it, so he's sure she doesn't want to, either. ]
S-sorry...