ulti-cow - Lactate TG
The bottle slipped from Mal's hand, the last few drops of blue liquid dripping to the floor before the glass hit tile. It broke apart in a loud crash he failed to hear, his hands clasped hard against his ears. He could feel his fingertips hardening, the joints stiffening.
" his mouth worked quietly for a moment, pain working in the jaw as his eyes searched the passive face of the man behind the counter. "You told me the potion would solve my artist's cramp!"
"And you elected to pay for the potion through services instead of cash." He smiled gently, almost kindly, a bare slip of white teeth showing through the delicate pink lips. Mal's heart beat a little faster when the man spoke, his voice soft. "You'll serve a month or two
or longer if you decide you need some new things
and then you'll be back to normal; artist's cramp free."
Mal nodded, almost numb; He could tell there was something wrong with that response. He shouldn't' have been giving in that easily. He kn