By the time Lane finished possessing the slugs and got back home, it was already evening. Damien was back from work, and was making dinner, the scent of freshly cooked food filling the apartment… It hit Lane in the nose as soon as he stepped in. It was, without a doubt, a delicious smell. But…
"Ugh." Lane pressed his hand against his mouth to stop his gagging reflex. He still felt a bit dizzy, his stomach queasy from all the possessions, so much so, that even thinking about eating made him nauseous.
