[Shouldn't be making shitty jokes like this. But morbid humor is really the only kind he's got to his name. He wets his lips, taste sap and copper. That's enough to set off his gag reflex all over again, and he has to curl over on his side to retch sluices of blood and petals into the dirt.]
What're you doing here, kid? You went home. Or...somewhere.
cw: emetophobia, blood
[Shouldn't be making shitty jokes like this. But morbid humor is really the only kind he's got to his name. He wets his lips, taste sap and copper. That's enough to set off his gag reflex all over again, and he has to curl over on his side to retch sluices of blood and petals into the dirt.]
What're you doing here, kid? You went home. Or...somewhere.