09-08-2020, 04:58 AM
[glow=grey,1,400]OH YES, I'VE HEARD THE STORY OVER AND OVER AGAIN ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
//TW: vomiting
"A pint of ice cream a day keeps the pounds away. Alcohol twice an hour brings great power. Meat is sour and lacks flavor."
Although Aphra had not initially showed any signs of hearing Rosemary's message, she would soon feel the effects of it. Cravings weren't something foreign to the she-cat so she thought nothing about her wanting ice cream and alcohol - especially the latter, given the stress she put on herself. Aphra was in the tavern whenever the effects started to hit her hard, ordering what her trance seemed to require her.
It wasn't long before Aphra felt nauseous, though considering that alcohol and ice cream definitely wasn't a good mix, this shouldn't be a surprise. The succubus started to make her way home whenever she started to feel sick, tumbling out of the tavern in a drunken daze. NPCs cast glances at her, whispering something, only for Aphra to glare at them - causing them to momentarily shut up until she was farther away from them.
Before Aphra reached her home though, the overwhelming nausea became far too much to bare and fight off and she half-stumbled, half-crashed onto the sand and vomited up what she just gorged.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"A pint of ice cream a day keeps the pounds away. Alcohol twice an hour brings great power. Meat is sour and lacks flavor."
Although Aphra had not initially showed any signs of hearing Rosemary's message, she would soon feel the effects of it. Cravings weren't something foreign to the she-cat so she thought nothing about her wanting ice cream and alcohol - especially the latter, given the stress she put on herself. Aphra was in the tavern whenever the effects started to hit her hard, ordering what her trance seemed to require her.
It wasn't long before Aphra felt nauseous, though considering that alcohol and ice cream definitely wasn't a good mix, this shouldn't be a surprise. The succubus started to make her way home whenever she started to feel sick, tumbling out of the tavern in a drunken daze. NPCs cast glances at her, whispering something, only for Aphra to glare at them - causing them to momentarily shut up until she was farther away from them.
Before Aphra reached her home though, the overwhelming nausea became far too much to bare and fight off and she half-stumbled, half-crashed onto the sand and vomited up what she just gorged.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]