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A hot shower of slime sprayed everywhere, chiefly across Glaukos who immediately withdrew to try and avoid it. The flapping skin and moist folds catching more air than what should've been physically possible. He wanted to vomit; at the same time, he did not want to open his mouth.

Not a word was spared while the flesh-blob fanned her juices everywhere — Glaukos retreated up the rise and away, probably to throw himself in the nearest snow pile or spring, and soak away the nastiness of the encounter.