Mannequin looked at me, and his mouth was open, engaged in that same shuddering up and down movement as before.
Shake it!
I raised one hand to the fabric that covered my nose and mouth and backed away.
Probably a good call.
Were Bitch and Sirius close enough to be getting gassed too? I could feel bugs crawling on them. Both were breathing, though Bitch’s breaths were rapid and hoarse.
The bugs remaining alive is a good sign too.
My bugs were alive, as well, which meant they were safe where they were.
Yes, I already said that.
A quick test with my bugs told me the cloud around Mannequin was small, with a radius of about four or five feet.
I guess he already spent most of his built-up gas for the initial cloud that Bitch ran into.
There was no gas around me, either. The bugs on me weren’t suffering, and they’d be the first to die or feel symptoms.
Smaller bodies, more susceptible. Makes sense to me.
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