Finally, his digestion sack completely empty, and no matter how much his foodchute constricts with distress, there's simply nothing else to up-end. Straightening up is finally a possibility, and he does so, swiping at his face with the back of a hand in the process. The resulting mess is disgusting.
He feels disgusting. His mouth tastes repulsive, his snout is bleeding, his orbs are leaking, and with the way his pan is aching, he wouldn't be surprised if it was dripping straight out of his soundclots. The dim lights of the sewer feel entirely too bright and too dim, all at once, and he is never going to drink again.
Or jump again. Or ever come into a city: he never gets into these sort of situations, when he just sticks to the countryside, and the trolls are much nicer out there, anyway. A country troll has never threatened to pluck out his eyes.
Oh. Wait. Wasn't he with someone?
"Hinnom," he calls, and opening his mouth was a mistake, because he can practically taste the odor in the air. He gags, pinching his nose, and gingerly starts to walk. He just saw the little troll. He couldn't have gone far.
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He feels disgusting. His mouth tastes repulsive, his snout is bleeding, his orbs are leaking, and with the way his pan is aching, he wouldn't be surprised if it was dripping straight out of his soundclots. The dim lights of the sewer feel entirely too bright and too dim, all at once, and he is never going to drink again.
Or jump again. Or ever come into a city: he never gets into these sort of situations, when he just sticks to the countryside, and the trolls are much nicer out there, anyway. A country troll has never threatened to pluck out his eyes.
Oh. Wait. Wasn't he with someone?
"Hinnom," he calls, and opening his mouth was a mistake, because he can practically taste the odor in the air. He gags, pinching his nose, and gingerly starts to walk. He just saw the little troll. He couldn't have gone far.