Motorics
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Looks like material for some kind of nest. You should search it.
The faintest smell, like you've never felt before. Like burnt roses.
And... is that a glimmer in the water, below it? Like plastic? Could it be hoarding something?
Of course, no time. The insect towers above you, parting the reeds it emerged from.
Odourless, mostly comprised of water.
However hard you squint you can't make out anything recognizable, let alone a stick insect.
Yes, it's light enough to do that. Keep your eyes on the prize, it looks like material for some kind of nest there. You should search it.
Look! In the reeds, where the phasmid was hiding -- you see a little flash of white -- porcelain white. In a nest of some sort?
The hiss is different from the strings you heard before. It says something else, in a lower pitch...
In the reeds, where the phasmid was hiding, you see a little flash of white -- porcelain white.
An apricot scented ghost wafts out of her -- her skin, the fabric -- into the flow of the air around you.
A tiny golden watch with red straps... around her bony little wrist.
It's not. It's not that yet. It's another, you have plenty of time to win her over with questions and kisses...
The light of the video rental shines through her dress now. A Dolorian figure, cut in black, moves below. It's still her. Her legs, her breasts, her hips...