Whitefish River Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better

Deimos listens as Ira is introduced with polite interest, but inwardly he’s wondering how long this procession would take. There’s too many people he doesn’t know, and he feels like a fish out of water just as things start going sideways. There’s a sickening hiiic, and then there’s the unmistakable sound of bile splatter. Deimos recoils, spotting two piles of puke he’d really prefer not being there. 

He remains to the spot, hoping that all of this would be over very soon.. especially before the smell gets overwhelming.