for the hundredth time or s(o) - joining

malphas was still sick and periodically vomiting from the whole eating-raw-and-rotten-feline meat that he tended to do for sick kicks. despite that, he decided he was going to go and patrol the borders because now if he needed to vomit he would be left alone.

he heard a soft, pitiful hello, and saw the horrible god-forsaken octopus girl. "sorry." he trotted over. "that you look like that, i mean," he clarified, then turned his attention to cherry.

"hey, you're tres-" he proceeded to vomit on the ground in front of him, making himself a fool in front of the girl he had insulted and the poor lost loner.