[ he laughed, rubbing at his arm and staring at the already rising welt on his arm where the stinger had lodged. The wasp was dead, twitching at his feet before falling still.
He could sense something was off, but he hardly cared. And that, right there, was the biggest clue of all. Something, most certainly, was not right. ]
((ooc: feel free to notice the knife "Li" is holding in his hand if you like, otherwise assume he's just wandering around and enjoying the general mayhem. Euphoria comes in... very strange ways. ]