Recursive Toon
Ebony fluid rolls inside the glass container. In his hand, Chris rolls the bottle gentle by the neck, watching the ichor inside sway heavy like pitch dark syrup. He didn’t hold it long; Just that one bottle was worth more than he really thought it could ever live up to. The main attraction to this specific bottle over the usual stuff was its appearance. The bottle was this fancy older style, circular with a broad neck with lips that laid over lime an umbrella, creating a comfortable place for the fingers to rest. The body was decorated with a grizzly cartoon skull and crossbones.
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