[ ... It's right about then that the undead reindire starts to nose into their space again, its head bowed slightly as if to ask "May I have a pat too, please?" And Qubit, for some reason, without looking, absently raises his hand and obliges, giving it a firm pat on the neck.
Then the cold flesh squelches audibly between his fingers, and all at once he realizes his mistake. ]
Guh!!
[ He jerks his hand back, but it comes away coated in some kind of dark, foul-smelling, purulent goo. Despite his vigorous efforts, it's too viscous to simply shake off, so he ends up holding his hand out as far as possible from his scrunched-up face. ]
2/2
Then the cold flesh squelches audibly between his fingers, and all at once he realizes his mistake. ]
Guh!!
[ He jerks his hand back, but it comes away coated in some kind of dark, foul-smelling, purulent goo. Despite his vigorous efforts, it's too viscous to simply shake off, so he ends up holding his hand out as far as possible from his scrunched-up face. ]
Eugh! Revolting!