N— [ He immediately thinks to reason, to barter and spin some kind of trap, but Claude barely gets a protest out when the poison steals his breath, stealing his silver tongue before the rest of his faculties.
He thinks his knees hit the ground, though he's already lost sensation if they do, and everything else is drowned out in the blood rushing in his ears, mind racing as he thinks of all that he knows about poison, and how useless it is at this very moment.
It's only because of the sheer frustration imbued in every part of him that he still has the strength to grit his teeth, hands forming fists, before going numb as he eventually slumps forward on the ground.
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He thinks his knees hit the ground, though he's already lost sensation if they do, and everything else is drowned out in the blood rushing in his ears, mind racing as he thinks of all that he knows about poison, and how useless it is at this very moment.
It's only because of the sheer frustration imbued in every part of him that he still has the strength to grit his teeth, hands forming fists, before going numb as he eventually slumps forward on the ground.
Face perfectly positioned atop the clown nose. ]