"Gross, gross, gross…"
Sol held himself as he slowly marched through the repugnant waters of the sewer tunnel, constantly repeating the same word with a disgusted expression.
"Cut it out already, would ya'?! Yer' makin' my damn noggin' beat against my skull!" Yeong-Un looked back, barking at the man.
Every little movement Yeong-Un made caused the X-crossed swords on his back chime while his dark-blue coat swayed. For some reason while Yeong-Un moved his arms around while talking, always keeping the sleeves of his coat rolled up midway past his biceps, he noticed the plethora of scars that were etched onto his toned arms.
"Well, sor-ry that I still have a highly functional nose! Just because we live in an ending world doesn't mean we should abandon all standards–!" Sol continued to complain.
"If yer' that bothered by the smell, then the exit is back thatta' way! Fire-head and I will split the reward ourselves–no worries," Yeong-Un told him.
"Huh?!" Sol let out.
