Naturally. I'm not a fan of being poisoned to death.
[He crouches over to pluck up a few more stones from beneath the snow.
Faintly, the space around them starts to feel damp. Dark. Claustrophobic.
As though trees are no longer trees, as though the sky above starts to feel like it isn't real; fogging up the sensation of openness, their space condensing with the innate sensation of feeling small.
kurapika will now be voiced by the koolaid man
[He crouches over to pluck up a few more stones from beneath the snow.
Faintly, the space around them starts to feel damp. Dark. Claustrophobic.
As though trees are no longer trees, as though the sky above starts to feel like it isn't real; fogging up the sensation of openness, their space condensing with the innate sensation of feeling small.
Alone.
Afraid.]