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The weight of the orb against your shoulder is something you're not used to and so from time to time, you shift. And suddenly, you panic. Internally, this time- no chaos on the outside. But you panic because suddenly you're not sure if you should have taken the orb from Ampere after all. Are you even ready to take care of something so small and helpless? Can you give it a better life than you have? Do you even want to? What are your obligations to this... creature that is brewing, growing, living on your shoulder? Maybe you're coming out of your high, just a little bit. You're getting to that philosopher stage you were thinking about before. Better fix that. You start to reach towards your bag, cautiously keeping an eye on the Tribal man, when suddenly he asks what exactly is in there. As he comes closer to the leather you lay your ears back again, gently grinding your teeth in a reminder to him to stay away- your like of the stranger only goes so far. But then he does something else entirely, like it's a secret, and you drop the attitude, the corner of your lip turning up. “What do you know about drugs?” Still, you watch him cautiously, unsure of what exactly his motives are. Your head turns left to right, trying to see whats around, but you find nothing except forest. Is there some sort of ambush waiting to jump you? But still, even if there is an ambush, you're not going to be in an state to fend them off more or less high than you are now, not without days of detox time. You reach into your bag, pull out a couple of the vines and swallow them down, enjoying the way they settle into your stomach, promises of a blurrier future to come. Oxy |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post
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