Oh...oh it was so much worse than he thought it would be. Okay, he knew what to do. He'd just breath through his mouth instead of his nose and then he wouldn't be able to smell it!
Twice Ginji inhaled deeply, before promptly hacking, spitting and huffing in an attempt to blow the air out of his body and somehow, away from his form completely.
He...he could taste the stench! It was on his tongue, in his mouth. It was lining the walls of his lungs, now!
Chancing a glance to everyone else, they were so calm and composed about it, just like he knew Ban would have been, too. How was it that this damp, smelly sewer where he could feel the filth clinging to the air, didn't bother anyone else? He supposed he should follow suit as well, as best as he could at least.
Turning his focus back to their path, Ginji casually lifted his shirt and hooked the collar over his nose to cover both it and his mouth in a sort of shirt-mask, as if it were the most normal response in this situation.
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Twice Ginji inhaled deeply, before promptly hacking, spitting and huffing in an attempt to blow the air out of his body and somehow, away from his form completely.
He...he could taste the stench! It was on his tongue, in his mouth. It was lining the walls of his lungs, now!
Chancing a glance to everyone else, they were so calm and composed about it, just like he knew Ban would have been, too. How was it that this damp, smelly sewer where he could feel the filth clinging to the air, didn't bother anyone else? He supposed he should follow suit as well, as best as he could at least.
Turning his focus back to their path, Ginji casually lifted his shirt and hooked the collar over his nose to cover both it and his mouth in a sort of shirt-mask, as if it were the most normal response in this situation.