[ He isn't sure what to do with his hands, but he lightly pats the scraps of paper in a memorial to the frog that was lost. It seems better than touching Gorgug, anyway.
Turning his hands over, he looks down at his palms. His hands feel gross, but at least, the odd corpse doesn't have too much of a smell to it. Maybe wet paper? It's better than something rotting, which he's too familiar with at this point. ]
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[ He isn't sure what to do with his hands, but he lightly pats the scraps of paper in a memorial to the frog that was lost. It seems better than touching Gorgug, anyway.
Turning his hands over, he looks down at his palms. His hands feel gross, but at least, the odd corpse doesn't have too much of a smell to it. Maybe wet paper? It's better than something rotting, which he's too familiar with at this point. ]
You're welcome. I'm glad you're okay, too.