Dragoncrest Cliffs Alligatorfish

He didn’t get yer butthole did he?

Another pathetic attempt at humor. This time, Swordfish huffed a winded laugh through his nose. It sucked the energy from his body. The redtail breathed deeply to steady himself again. Having someone to talk to was helping to keep his eyes from carrying him back into fitful sleep. He didn’t want to dream of that monster anymore.

I dunno what they’re givin to us, but-

Swordfish grunted as he made an attempt to point his snout toward Quennell.

It’s got me in dreamland.

The boy’s eyes were heavy-lidded on a normal day. With his brain addled by drugs and exhaustion, he looked as though he could scarcely keep them open. Swordfish held his head up for as long as he could manage before letting it fall back to the floor with a sniff.