[His gaze moves up to that aggravating smiling face - so his suspicions were correct. This tea isn't here just for people to enjoy it.]
[It's a trap.]
[As he moves to say something again, his stomach churns - he only manages to turn his head before he hurls on the ground. A large splatter of blood stains the dirt, staining the grass.]
Ugh... [Shit.] I'm... I don't feel any pain...
[Poison? Might be. But unfortunately, blood is far too familiar for him. Even vomiting it up can't keep him down - he picks his head up, eyes ablaze with a distinct and vicious fury.]
cw: vomiting (emetophobia)
[His gaze moves up to that aggravating smiling face - so his suspicions were correct. This tea isn't here just for people to enjoy it.]
[It's a trap.]
[As he moves to say something again, his stomach churns - he only manages to turn his head before he hurls on the ground. A large splatter of blood stains the dirt, staining the grass.]
Ugh... [Shit.] I'm... I don't feel any pain...
[Poison? Might be. But unfortunately, blood is far too familiar for him. Even vomiting it up can't keep him down - he picks his head up, eyes ablaze with a distinct and vicious fury.]
Did you...do this?