( Century Egg picks up on the stench pretty early too. his sense of smell does what it can to compensate for how his eyes never fully adjust to the light. but his expression doesn't change, still the same stoic, barely blinking stare he almost always has.
so, death happened here. he's been followed by ghosts since he arrived, and his attention naturally turns to the air around them, almost expecting to see something floating and angry around them.
but there's nothing except Red Wine handing him... small pieces of rubber? earplugs. his blank stare flickers as the realisation sets in, Red Wine's words tugging at some of the crazy thoughts that keep trying to surface.
dampening a second sense... his fingers tremble, just a touch. this is an order, but it isn't one he likes. )
... Okay.
( one in, then the other, and the light is still there. the air is still fresh. he's okay. he is... right? )
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so, death happened here. he's been followed by ghosts since he arrived, and his attention naturally turns to the air around them, almost expecting to see something floating and angry around them.
but there's nothing except Red Wine handing him... small pieces of rubber? earplugs. his blank stare flickers as the realisation sets in, Red Wine's words tugging at some of the crazy thoughts that keep trying to surface.
dampening a second sense... his fingers tremble, just a touch. this is an order, but it isn't one he likes. )
... Okay.
( one in, then the other, and the light is still there. the air is still fresh. he's okay. he is... right? )