Dragoncrest Cliffs You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

Oh, great.

The last thing Sobo really needed right now was to be chastised by his holier-than-thou little sister. He knew he messed up, okay?! But other leaves had never had this effect before. He missed the words she hissed on the tail end of a retch, but he caught the mumbled Spanish. Pa rele m'konsa! he snapped at her, swallowing thickly against his nausea. He turned swiftly from Mireille, afraid he would splatter her with vomit when his body heaved again.

Non, he said after gulping several steadying breaths and stepping away from his sick in the grass. Despite his earlier words, he leaned into Mireille's support willingly. Mwen byen. Besides, Erzulie would only chide him like a little boy, too. He was a little boy, but craved acknowledgement, not admonishment. He would take it better from his mother than from know-it-all Mireille, but that didn't mean he wanted to. Besides, he really was feeling a little better.

Was. Then his stomach lurched as the ivy hit his guts and he groaned, waddling a few steps away before needing to squat when his rear end exploded.