Everything ripples weirdly, like the objects around him are too vibrant for one shape to contain them. He thinks he hears cooking -- wait, no, smells. Not hears. Well, hears a little bit, maybe, there's all the regular cooking sounds like bubbling and crackling, but... ohhh he feels funny.
Frowning, he takes off his glasses and tries to clean them on his shirt. Maybe it helps, maybe it doesn't, but when he puts them back on, the uncomfortable oversaturation has dimmed a little. He breathes out a small sigh of relief.
"Whatcha making?" he asks -- then blinks again, touching his fingers to his lips. That felt weird, too.
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Date: 2025-02-02 04:14 am (UTC)From:Everything ripples weirdly, like the objects around him are too vibrant for one shape to contain them. He thinks he hears cooking -- wait, no, smells. Not hears. Well, hears a little bit, maybe, there's all the regular cooking sounds like bubbling and crackling, but... ohhh he feels funny.
Frowning, he takes off his glasses and tries to clean them on his shirt. Maybe it helps, maybe it doesn't, but when he puts them back on, the uncomfortable oversaturation has dimmed a little. He breathes out a small sigh of relief.
"Whatcha making?" he asks -- then blinks again, touching his fingers to his lips. That felt weird, too.