[Her familiar darts from her hood and follows in drunken loops overhead as she staggers him outside, or he staggers her outside, or whatever the fuck is going on here exactly. Past the door, she makes a right turn and a controlled sink to her knees, hacking up a haze of resentment; Huizi lands on Alex's head, blue wings pumping with some kind of inscrutable insect emotion.
Something is coalescing in the Gross, small but present nonetheless.]
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Something is coalescing in the Gross, small but present nonetheless.]