Physique
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The pressure in the room grows to a boiling point.
Nervous snickering. There's a rush of adrenaline present.
He's really prepped himself up for this. He has to. To keep the fear in check.
It's hard to say if he really lost his temper or if this is another one of his tricks. This man... almost never angers visibly.
He's sincerely glad you're not a scary predator. Not to say relieved you're competent.
There, the lieutenant. Isn't it suspicious how he's always there, watching you, listening to you?
He fears the discussion might lead to disagreements. As it often does.
Now he is become the Pissft. There's no stopping you now.
Decay and death. Staring into the cold hard kernel of things -- smooth like the acid in your stomach.
Decay and death. There's the bench where you found the man. Even the pleasure wheel is rotting from inside.
'Fuck off, you bipedal rodent,' whispers its psionic eye.