the disease is called love / p, nayru

[size=9pt]// so sorry for late reply i have no excuse ;w;

"you're too nice." malphas muttered quietly, knowing what happened to be nice. it was just easier to be mean and shove everybody out who cared. he had considered being a sawbone a few times- the thought repeated in his mind sometimes- but realized there was a level of empathy he could never reach.

as she served him yarrow, he sighed. "sure thing, doc." he ate it emotionless and then trotted outside, used to the feeling of puking- whether it was from alcohol poisoning or eating bad meat. he vomited, wiped his mouth, and then came back inside. "left you a present in your front yard," he joked, referring to the vomit. "anyways. nicknames." he ignored the part of her scolding her for his bad habits.

"you can call me malphy, but only if i can call you..." he searched for something. "if i can call you gayru. just kidding. got em." malphas had seemingly forgot about what she said earlier until it dawned on him.

"fuck. parasites? am i going to die? nayru, if i die, you gotta reuse my body for some witch shit, ok? that's my stance." he said, joking to try and distract himself from the diagnosis. "oh god. parasites... fuck."