[004] - [Action - 768 Bunker St]
[Action! - Early - Early Morning. 5AM early. Outside and Open to all.]
[After the mess with the milk bottle yesterday, Conan had made sure he was up well before five AM and waited patiently for the milk to get to the house. He was not going to let anyone take the fall for him. If anyone was going to have to drink that horrible stuff- it'd be him.]
[He takes it off the door step and carries it behind the house and over to a hiding place he'd earlier located before taking the lid off and staring at the contents with disdain. After a short moment of trying to convince himself to just get it over with he takes a deep breath and brings the bottle to his mouth- no razor blades- so he keeps drinking. He doesn't stop until he absolutely must break for air.]
[After a few breaths he's at it again, downing the entire thing so that no one can take it from him. Once it's gone he drops the bottle and covers his mouth- he's not sure what kind of milk he's been stuck with today- but he does know one thing. All humans- to a point- are lactose intolerant- he's consumed an entire bottle and his stomach is not that big.]
[All in all. He has a terrible stomach ache now.]
[Action! - The rest of the day]
[Conan is not moving from his place curled up on his right side- he wants to settle his stomach as the only thing he's moved for is run to the bathroom and get violently sick. He's miserable and shaking a bit so he won't even bother with reading today- it's sleep this horrible stuff off and get ready to do it all again tomorrow.]
[After the mess with the milk bottle yesterday, Conan had made sure he was up well before five AM and waited patiently for the milk to get to the house. He was not going to let anyone take the fall for him. If anyone was going to have to drink that horrible stuff- it'd be him.]
[He takes it off the door step and carries it behind the house and over to a hiding place he'd earlier located before taking the lid off and staring at the contents with disdain. After a short moment of trying to convince himself to just get it over with he takes a deep breath and brings the bottle to his mouth- no razor blades- so he keeps drinking. He doesn't stop until he absolutely must break for air.]
[After a few breaths he's at it again, downing the entire thing so that no one can take it from him. Once it's gone he drops the bottle and covers his mouth- he's not sure what kind of milk he's been stuck with today- but he does know one thing. All humans- to a point- are lactose intolerant- he's consumed an entire bottle and his stomach is not that big.]
[All in all. He has a terrible stomach ache now.]
[Action! - The rest of the day]
[Conan is not moving from his place curled up on his right side- he wants to settle his stomach as the only thing he's moved for is run to the bathroom and get violently sick. He's miserable and shaking a bit so he won't even bother with reading today- it's sleep this horrible stuff off and get ready to do it all again tomorrow.]