A sharp hiss echoed into the apartment air as the last desperate fumes of the air purifier sputtered from the can, Kaidren firmly pressing down on the nozzle until it ran dry. The artificial citrus scent clashed violently with the lingering funk of the potion's fumes, creating a nauseating cocktail that had stubbornly refused to disperse for several long minutes.
Kaidren stood in the center of his kitchen, the now-empty can dangling from his fingers. Without fanfare, he turned and tossed it into the corner trash bin, its lid snapping open with a click from the foot pedal before falling shut again.
The green gas that had earlier poured from the opened pot—thick, putrid, and offensive to every sense—had finally dissipated, though not without a fight. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly as he confirmed that the swirling cloud was truly gone.
"Took an entire can," he muttered, his voice flat as ever.
