You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
Who: Phibrizzo, Madara, Rin, and anyone else at the Uzushio who wants in
When: Backdated to Friday afternoon
Where: The Uzushio
Summary: Positive emotions make Phibrizzo feel nauseous, so he's come home to enjoy the comfort of Madara's chicken soup for a Hellmaster's soul negative emotions
Warning: Probably no more than PG-13
Days like today made Phibrizzo grateful that he hadn't gone the extra mile to fit in and pass as a completely ordinary child. He was convinced that going to school would have been an absolute nightmare if any of the children he'd encountered today were in his class. Today their teacher had been making an effort to teach them about love, generosity and tolerance while taking the class out on a field trip. In order to teach by example, she'd invited him to join them, paid his admission - in spite of him outright stating that he was a Newcomer. To Phibrizzo's horror, the children were actually following their teacher's example and going out of their way to be nice to him.
The revoltingly saccharine acts of kindness took their toll on him, and by the time he reached the Uzushio, Phibrizzo was clutching his stomach, stumbling into walls and looking thoroughly miserable. He felt awful, and he wanted nothing more than to plunk himself down by Madara's side and stay there for the rest of the evening.
When: Backdated to Friday afternoon
Where: The Uzushio
Summary: Positive emotions make Phibrizzo feel nauseous, so he's come home to enjoy the comfort of Madara's chicken soup for a Hellmaster's soul negative emotions
Warning: Probably no more than PG-13
Days like today made Phibrizzo grateful that he hadn't gone the extra mile to fit in and pass as a completely ordinary child. He was convinced that going to school would have been an absolute nightmare if any of the children he'd encountered today were in his class. Today their teacher had been making an effort to teach them about love, generosity and tolerance while taking the class out on a field trip. In order to teach by example, she'd invited him to join them, paid his admission - in spite of him outright stating that he was a Newcomer. To Phibrizzo's horror, the children were actually following their teacher's example and going out of their way to be nice to him.
The revoltingly saccharine acts of kindness took their toll on him, and by the time he reached the Uzushio, Phibrizzo was clutching his stomach, stumbling into walls and looking thoroughly miserable. He felt awful, and he wanted nothing more than to plunk himself down by Madara's side and stay there for the rest of the evening.