But now his expression turns inward, frowning and brows creasing. It's odd, because it isn't a firm sense he had before, but after weeks, he seems to be growing more aware of it]
It feels like... [His fingers perform a weird curling motion as he searches for words that aren't terribly vague. Not right, something wrong. It takes him a good minute to catch onto a line of apt description]
Sick. Like something infected- decaying.
[He shivers, though his expression clears to look out over the garden and the simple things growing in it]
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But now his expression turns inward, frowning and brows creasing. It's odd, because it isn't a firm sense he had before, but after weeks, he seems to be growing more aware of it]
It feels like... [His fingers perform a weird curling motion as he searches for words that aren't terribly vague. Not right, something wrong. It takes him a good minute to catch onto a line of apt description]
Sick. Like something infected- decaying.
[He shivers, though his expression clears to look out over the garden and the simple things growing in it]
..But this is nice.