[ it must be unpleasant, to eat someone as hideous as lobelia. he holds out a pack of gum for him. ]
Not as far as I know. [ he was busy dealing with making sure that nona didn't become a eldricht monster or whatever the hell was wrong with her. ] But he looked like he did a number on you. I'm glad you recovered.
[There's an almost animalistic exhale as Beel sees the gum pack and zeros in on it, darting forward in bed to grab for several sticks at once, one of which goes straight into his mouth without even removing the wrapper or even being chewed, swallowed whole.
It takes him a visible moment of painful restraint to not repeat with the rest, trying to at least undo the wrappers.]
Need more. Haven't eaten. [It's been at least a few hours? It feels... about right, for how much it's starting to hurt, how hard it's getting to think. But he CAN think. But he's hungry. But he wants to talk. But he's hungry--
...
"Did a number?" He wants to ask. But his focus is so drawn on the gum that it can't quite come out the way he wants.]
I don't remember. He was dead. My stomach hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn't swallow or breathe. And then I woke up.
[ give him a second, beelzebub! as the demon recounts what he remembers, crea shuffles to grab all that he had brought in a bag. first throwing a bag of chips, he brings the rest of the bag to him. the contents are mostly junk food: chips, cookies, soda, juice, gatorade...
... the sight of lobelia coming back and dying, the sight of beelzebub's body contorting in such a ghastly manner is still vibrant in the back of his head. he's not sure if he'll be eating any time soon, but he's glad that at least one of them has an appetite.
he sighs, sitting down at the edge of the bed. ]
Well, try not to think too much about it. Everything he said was to rile you up. What happened there was no one's fault but his.
[ and, in crea's mind, a couple others for enabling him, but he'll keep that to himself. ]
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[ it must be unpleasant, to eat someone as hideous as lobelia. he holds out a pack of gum for him. ]
Not as far as I know. [ he was busy dealing with making sure that nona didn't become a eldricht monster or whatever the hell was wrong with her. ] But he looked like he did a number on you. I'm glad you recovered.
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It takes him a visible moment of painful restraint to not repeat with the rest, trying to at least undo the wrappers.]
Need more. Haven't eaten. [It's been at least a few hours? It feels... about right, for how much it's starting to hurt, how hard it's getting to think. But he CAN think. But he's hungry. But he wants to talk. But he's hungry--
...
"Did a number?" He wants to ask. But his focus is so drawn on the gum that it can't quite come out the way he wants.]
I don't remember. He was dead. My stomach hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn't swallow or breathe. And then I woke up.
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... the sight of lobelia coming back and dying, the sight of beelzebub's body contorting in such a ghastly manner is still vibrant in the back of his head. he's not sure if he'll be eating any time soon, but he's glad that at least one of them has an appetite.
he sighs, sitting down at the edge of the bed. ]
Well, try not to think too much about it. Everything he said was to rile you up. What happened there was no one's fault but his.
[ and, in crea's mind, a couple others for enabling him, but he'll keep that to himself. ]