03-04-2017, 10:04 PM
I urge you to cease this irrational act of liquid consumption.
FUCK YOU!
He hadn't tasted Blood Ice Berries in a long time, but with his eyes closed and his lips touching the liquid of the fountain, he could feel the sensation it gave him once again. He had taken to drinking it a lot back when he had fled Frozen Over. The drink, when properly heated over a fire, was quite possibly the best hot drink one could ever ask for in his world. He could take it cold, though, when he only just wanted the raw taste or wanted to get wasted really quickly.
The liquid you are ingesting will impair you. I suggest you stop if you wish to complete your objective.
Objective?
He stopped. What objective? What objective?! He had failed in the one thing he had set out to do! What did he mean "objective?" Conveniently, SPB did not respond. Why couldn't he answer him?! He could tell him where he was, what he was doing, and be a smartass about what he was drinking, but couldn't tell him anything else?
His head pounded; he felt like he was getting an aneurysm. Only the sweet, sweet relief of the Berry Juice within the fountain could make it stop. As the liquid trailed down his throat, he could feel his tightened muscles relax, his skin warm up, and the pain ravaging his body dissipate. Forget what the voice said. He would prefer being "impaired" to having to go another minute resisting the urge to fall down, curl up into a ball and bawl his eyes out until he had no more tears to shed. Just basic FUNCTIONING was preferable to wallowing in that pit of misery. So he kept drinking. He drank more and more, and he would have kept going if not for an interruption of a woman's voice screaming at him.
He lifted his head from the fountain. He turned around, eyes glowing yellow, eyebrows bent in a glare, and blood-red water dripping from his maw like he had sank his teeth into the carcass of a bleeding animal. Or, at least, to him, the liquid that dripped from his chin was red in color. He stayed silent for a few moments as his eyes trailed down her body. Long, black hair was the first thing he noticed, followed the headphones around her neck, and then the weapons holstered on her belt and strapped to her back. She carried some kind of black, metal thing with a long barrel and something that vaguely resembled a stock of some kind? What in the world was that? Everything else looked like it had a purpose or like an actual "weapon." Was it supposed to be a gun? What kind of gun was that? It looked so strange and stupid! It...
It was actually kind of interesting.
He spoke up, reaching for his scarf to wipe his mouth and wrap it around his face. "...That weapon... on your back? The long black one. Is that a gun?" He pointed directly at the black rifle on her back.
FUCK YOU!
He hadn't tasted Blood Ice Berries in a long time, but with his eyes closed and his lips touching the liquid of the fountain, he could feel the sensation it gave him once again. He had taken to drinking it a lot back when he had fled Frozen Over. The drink, when properly heated over a fire, was quite possibly the best hot drink one could ever ask for in his world. He could take it cold, though, when he only just wanted the raw taste or wanted to get wasted really quickly.
The liquid you are ingesting will impair you. I suggest you stop if you wish to complete your objective.
Objective?
He stopped. What objective? What objective?! He had failed in the one thing he had set out to do! What did he mean "objective?" Conveniently, SPB did not respond. Why couldn't he answer him?! He could tell him where he was, what he was doing, and be a smartass about what he was drinking, but couldn't tell him anything else?
His head pounded; he felt like he was getting an aneurysm. Only the sweet, sweet relief of the Berry Juice within the fountain could make it stop. As the liquid trailed down his throat, he could feel his tightened muscles relax, his skin warm up, and the pain ravaging his body dissipate. Forget what the voice said. He would prefer being "impaired" to having to go another minute resisting the urge to fall down, curl up into a ball and bawl his eyes out until he had no more tears to shed. Just basic FUNCTIONING was preferable to wallowing in that pit of misery. So he kept drinking. He drank more and more, and he would have kept going if not for an interruption of a woman's voice screaming at him.
He lifted his head from the fountain. He turned around, eyes glowing yellow, eyebrows bent in a glare, and blood-red water dripping from his maw like he had sank his teeth into the carcass of a bleeding animal. Or, at least, to him, the liquid that dripped from his chin was red in color. He stayed silent for a few moments as his eyes trailed down her body. Long, black hair was the first thing he noticed, followed the headphones around her neck, and then the weapons holstered on her belt and strapped to her back. She carried some kind of black, metal thing with a long barrel and something that vaguely resembled a stock of some kind? What in the world was that? Everything else looked like it had a purpose or like an actual "weapon." Was it supposed to be a gun? What kind of gun was that? It looked so strange and stupid! It...
It was actually kind of interesting.
He spoke up, reaching for his scarf to wipe his mouth and wrap it around his face. "...That weapon... on your back? The long black one. Is that a gun?" He pointed directly at the black rifle on her back.
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