 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
If anyone was watching Adam, they would have noticed that his blue eyes had become glossy and suddenly lost focus as Reil disentangled himself from Adam. It was as if someone had turned the lights off for the poor German man. He was once again back to being, well, mostly blind.
As he stood blinking there, his face exploded in pain, his stomach started aching, and he had the urge to unbutton his pants as if he had eaten too much food at a holiday meal. “Vhat,” he asked slowly, pulling his hand out of the brain tank to rub at his bloody, tear-stained, and boogery face (he could now add brain solution goop the list of things he was covered in). ”Am I doing here? Und vy does mein face hurt?”
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