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Xell felt his face flush as Nikki continued to skirt around with her words. For such a simple question he posed, it seemed he hadn’t been specific enough. Not for her anyway. 

He maintained a stern frown, body still as his eyes were the only things moving to keep up with her manner of speaking and body motions. 

He had to place a hand to his forehead to ease his mind from the intense amber eyes. He wasn’t sure what was making him feel more woozy. The overly flirtatious vibes she was giving off or the fact that she seemed to know more than what she was letting on. 
He began to sway from side to side, clutching his forehead even more. Now with both hands. Jamming his finger and thumbnails into the temples of his head until his scales began to bleed from the pressure. 

He was looking down to the floor, the dead leaves, stones, and grit blurring and spinning around within his vision. 
His eyes widened somewhat and his mouth was slightly ajar as he noted volcanic cracks within the ground. Starting to perforate throughout the platform he was standing on. 

His eyes became crimson.

He wasn’t sure what was going on but somehow his fuse was being burnt. Could it have been the drugs?

“Oh well… that’s ok…” Xell cooed. Small hints of insanity sifting through his voice.

“because if you knew more than that, I’d have to kill…”

He shook his head rapidly. Eyes returning to their former rich blue colour. Albeit like the colour of the distant horizon. 
Gaining a sense of the real world as his tunnel vision disappeared, the chirping of crickets could be heard, and owls could be howling in the night. He shivered somewhat despite the sweat that ran down him.

“We… we really ought to get going,” Xell stuttered as his disorientated phase passed. Hoping he hadn’t scared the Nekomi femme “thanks for sticking up for me back there…” he briefly put a hand on her shoulder, looking up with sorrowful eyes. Then pulling away to walk off.

Was his tolerance towards Halocaine becoming too strong?

He hoped to the highest existence that wherever Taffy’s destination was, that it wasn’t too far away.