GUESS I'LL GO EAT WORMS // open, eating snails

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

The reason Caesar didn't exactly snap out of the trance just yet was mostly due to his body craving any sort of meal; Rosemary just allowed the demon to give into its temptations. If Caesar had telepathy right now, he may be able to detect Rosemary poking around in his subconscious, but unfortunately for him, that power hadn't come back just yet. Besides, it was likely he wouldn't even feel her there in the first place, considering he wanted to stay far from his subconscious anyway. His subconscious was where his regret and remorse stayed, and bringing himself back there would only cause him to break down. Which was something he did not want.

"If you're referring to binge eating, yes." Caesar replied with a snort to Rosemary, shaking his head. He wasn't aware of the trick she implanted on him just yet, but he likely will soon. "Eating snails specifically? No, I suppose not." It was just a weird ass craving, what could he say?

#psychosocial.