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[brownsprout]

[what happens when you eat too much of something? and when that something just happens to be really, really, really sweet? (read: Rhode's birthday cake

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[layingflowers]

[... Oh that is absolutely disgusting. Don't mind him he's going to stay away from the door]

Got yourself sick, 'Sprout?

[brownsprout]

[grumble grumble.]

Bugger off.

[...retch. ugh, this cake tastes horrible coming back up.]

[layingflowers]

[Everything tastes horrible coming back up. Crosses his arms] Tch.

[He'll just let you hurl everything up for now]

[brownsprout]

[..true. spits out the nasty stuff in his mouth and props and elbow up on the seat, waiting for the next wave of nausea.

glances over.]

..Did you want something?

[meansprout]

[Ew :( ...There is one (1) meansprout standing in the doorway, looking sleep deprived and totally not at all sort of concerned for your well being.]

...Shouldn't you go to the clinic?

[brownsprout]

[eh, s'fine. brownsprout's in a pretty cranky mood anyway-- stupid cake and brownies and biscuits.]

..I ate too much, that's all. Don't need a doctor for that.

[mean_sprout]

[Blinks. That's a pretty foreign concept to Allen.]

Must have been a bloody lot of food. ...You sure there wasn't something in the food?

[brownsprout]

[yeah, well, this Allen isn't used to eating so much in one go. he must be taught to be a proper Allen, clearly. maybe once his stomach stops acting up.]

It was.. cake. Really, really sweet cake. And baked goods. I never want to eat cake again, ugh.