>>5184376>"Alright, fine, here."You detach one of the green bottles from it's wire six-pack ring. the glass feels oily and unpleasent in your hand. Scent nearly takes your whole hand with the bottle when he takes it from you. It's a vigorous, wild swipe, and before you can even say anything, he's yanked the cork out with his teeth and is pouring the bottle into his gullet.
There's a moment of silence, in which you expect the foul concoction in the bottle to kill the poor sap. But instead, something different seems wrong with him.
Before your very eyes, Scent starts to twitch. His hand grasps at his side, his eyes bulge, and as the last drop of the bottle trickles onto his lolloping tongue, he lets out a deep, contented sigh, and his mouth splits into a vigorous grin!
Before you can properly react, his body twists into a spinning motion, whirling himself upright in a pinwheel of limbs that somehow inexplicably land him on his feet. His back arches inhumanly far, and you see a thick, protruding lump move down his throat and land in his gullet with a comical WHUMP sound. He pummels his fists up his front like a gorilla, beating his chest and raising his head up to unleash a loud wolf-howl! As all this happens, you can hear his whole body unleashing a cacophony of pops and cracks, and you realize the sounds are the exact opposite of suffering! Bruises from the fall from the car vanish! Scuffs heal, fractures in his bones knit back together! before your very eyes, the gunshot wound on his side <span class="mu-i">heals</span>, with even his pinstripe suit reconstituting itself!
Scent stands up properly, finished with his howl, and looks you dead in the eyes. His gleaming yellow gaze shows he's slightly taller than you, and without breaking eye contact, he spits into his hand. He flicks his wrist and waggles his eyebrows, presenting said hand for you to inspect.
Sitting in his palm is a bullet, covered in blood and saliva.
"Jumpin jehosaphat, that's the good stuff! Ha!" He hiccups, wobbling a little, but quickly shakes it off. "You can keep the rest of the hooch, bowtie. Normally I'd rough you up an steal it, but you done me a real good turn, and guys like me tend to respect that." He doffs his hat.
