[The nice, peaceful moment between them is interrupted abruptly when the cocoon surface right between them splits and spills a rush of sap-like fluid. Liem flinches back with a noise of startled disgust, but it’s too late to keep the half of him nearer the opening from getting thoroughly drenched. It isn’t until he’s already half-risen and kneeling at the edge of the soggy, mossy puddle that he registers the pale arm with it’s dark Savant marking.]
Ugh, [he mutters, straightening slightly so he can dig his fingers into the other side of the split and tear it wider. Why are these things so wet inside? He’s going to have to walk back home like this! It’s almost as bad as if he’d been the one soaking in the pod himself.
Still, his irritation at his sudden drenching is quickly overridden by relief that Set is emerging back into the world of the living. Even a very wet and sticky, trouble-making Set is a significant improvement from a silent green cocoon.]
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Ugh, [he mutters, straightening slightly so he can dig his fingers into the other side of the split and tear it wider. Why are these things so wet inside? He’s going to have to walk back home like this! It’s almost as bad as if he’d been the one soaking in the pod himself.
Still, his irritation at his sudden drenching is quickly overridden by relief that Set is emerging back into the world of the living. Even a very wet and sticky, trouble-making Set is a significant improvement from a silent green cocoon.]