You will never do anything in this world without courage.
Zavien felt like a child who'd spilt their milk or wet the bed. He'd made a mess of everything and everyone knew it by the dark, rancid stickiness darkening the fabric of his shirt. It was hard to tell if it was originally tan or if it had always been a puke green. Nodding at Koa's instructions, he lifted the barrel to lug it away.
Lucky for him, in continued to slosh against the sides, adding his sleeves and chest to the list of casualties. Perhaps it was punishment for almost losing the ring. Zavien tried to contain his expressions, but an unmistakable crinkle of his nose and watering of his eyes was evident of the embarrassment putrid scent. By the time he dumped the barrel of slorp into the disposal, it looked like he'd slid through the substance. Even as he walked away, the smell followed him.
Thinking better of his choices, he stripped off his shirt and dropped it in with the barrel's contents, having no desire to try cleaning the clothing. It was a lost cause anyways.
He then walked shirtless across the Plaza, attracting a few confused and appreciative glances at his physique that he failed to notice as he wiped his eyes. Zavien disappeared into his house, which sat just off the square, reemerging with a black shirt (a smarter decision on his part). Although the visible nastiness was gone, the smell appeared to have seeped into his skin and he grabbed a flower growing nearby to try distracting his nose. He'd need about fifteen baths after this. Reluctant to accost anyone else with his smell, Zavien rejoined the others at a distance.
Zavien disposes of the barrel and changes his shirt.
Lucky for him, in continued to slosh against the sides, adding his sleeves and chest to the list of casualties. Perhaps it was punishment for almost losing the ring. Zavien tried to contain his expressions, but an unmistakable crinkle of his nose and watering of his eyes was evident of the embarrassment putrid scent. By the time he dumped the barrel of slorp into the disposal, it looked like he'd slid through the substance. Even as he walked away, the smell followed him.
Thinking better of his choices, he stripped off his shirt and dropped it in with the barrel's contents, having no desire to try cleaning the clothing. It was a lost cause anyways.
He then walked shirtless across the Plaza, attracting a few confused and appreciative glances at his physique that he failed to notice as he wiped his eyes. Zavien disappeared into his house, which sat just off the square, reemerging with a black shirt (a smarter decision on his part). Although the visible nastiness was gone, the smell appeared to have seeped into his skin and he grabbed a flower growing nearby to try distracting his nose. He'd need about fifteen baths after this. Reluctant to accost anyone else with his smell, Zavien rejoined the others at a distance.
Zavien disposes of the barrel and changes his shirt.
Zavien
It is the greatest quality of mind next to honor.
