Indigestion Strikes

[nyanpire]

[Phone]

N...nyaa, I feel terrible... [Are you at all familiar with that 'urp'ing sound that cats make when they're about to throw up? That's the sound that's coming through on the phone. Urp, and urp, and then... yeah.

Then there's a bit of pitiful whining, before Nyanpire speaks again.]

Greed... Greed told me it wasn't good for me, but... but I ate the pie, and the hot dogs, and... and the milkshakes, and the pie... Nyaaaa, I'm sorry.... It tasted so good...

[Action, 1649 Albright, Saturday afternoon]

[Getting something in the mail was normally a joyous occasion. At least, it was for Nyanpire. It was always a little piece of home that made him smile and was even fun, like his yarn or his favorite ketchup. But the box that was waiting for him contained a simple green candied apple.

The one Masamunya bought him at the summer festival. The one that he hadn't even liked.

Nyanpire wasn't even sure what emotion he was feeling now, but it wasn't a good one. It was a completely lousy one. So there he sits on the front step with his candied apple in his paws, taking the occasional sad and sulky lick.]

Comments

[all_ofthethings]

[Greed sighs. He had told him so, but he's not going to point that out, since the cat has already mentioned it.]

How about I go to the store and see if they've got anything that might help settle your stomach?

[nyanpire]

C...could you, nyaa?

[There's a tiny little urp.]

Will it work on kittens?

[all_ofthethings]

I dunno, but we'll find out, I guess.

I'll get more than one thing, just in case, though.

Anything aside from the medicine that might help?

[nyanpire]

I dunnyo... I want... I want...

[Not ketchup. Not strawberries. Not milkshakes.]

Blood... I want blood, nyaa....

[all_ofthethings]

I don't know if I can get that for ya. Are there any drones in your house?

[nyanpire]

...there's Trisha.... but I don't wannya drink her blood. That's... that's weird...

[She was so NICE to him when alive! And so DRONE to him, now... just... no.]

Phone

[pseudohistory]

Now see? This is what happens when you don't take people's advice!

[ Siiigh. Can't be upset for long when Nyanpire is suffering... ]

Where are you staying? I have some home remedies that may do the trick.

[nyanpire]

I'm sorry I didn't take people's advice, nyaa....

[Oh, this sounded like the nice lady that had snacks, and just wanted information...]

I'm at 1649 Albright... home remedies, nyaa...?

[pseudohistory]

Mmhmm~! They will hopefully help you to feel a bit better.

[ She's nodding at the earlier apology. ] It's alright. Sometimes, experience is the best teacher.

[nyanpire]

I wanna feel better, nyaa.... I feel so bad... I'll nyever do it again!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Geeze Kitty, sounds like you overdid it!

Drink a whole lotta water and lie down or something...

[nyanpire]

Maaaaaart... [Oh. Oh wow. That's a really pitiful meow.]

I don't wanna drink water. I don't wanna drink anything...

[jaws5sonofjaws]

Trust me kitty, some water and rest oughta help you... or maybe an antacid.

[nyanpire]

Ant.... acid....?

[He makes a pitiful, scared yowl.]

I don't want acid from ants on me, nyaa!!!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart can't help but chuckle at the confused definition.]

Naw, it's something that'll make your belly feel better!

Action

[shadowflashkick]

-Charlie was going about helping with the... chores, oddly enough. He went outside to sweep the front step and thta's when he took notice of the small kitten.-

... Are you doing alright?

[nyanpire]

Nyo.

[He sighs deeply, and looks up at Charlie.]

I wanna go home...

[shadowflashkick]

That's... understandable.

-He leaned down to give a the little one a light scratch on the head.-

[nyanpire]

Prrrrrn....

[The scratch on the head is appreciated, but it's not helping him cheer up much.]

This place is mean. And I miss my friends, nyaa...

phone

[heartmaestro]

...do you need medicine, Nyanpire-chan?

[nyanpire]

...m...medicine tastes bad, nyaa. I don't want medicine....

[Phone] Pretend his icon is cringing. I need to make more icons...

[notintwopieces]

[Oh...Eugh, even if he hadn't gotten sick since coming here himself, he still recognized the sound of someone puking up their lunch. Yay for being so familiar with their human friends back home...]

You alright? [Pie and hot dogs and milkshakes. Carnival foods. Right. He's not surprised...]

A cringe it is!

[nyanpire]

I... I... nyo, I still feel sick...

[There's no more urping. Just some whining.]

P... people are gonnya give me medicine, nyaa...

[notintwopieces]

[He gives a tiny smile. Sure, they can't see it, but he knows it reflects in his voice, and he hates thinking the poor...kid(?) on the other end of the phones is feeling bad.]

That's good, then. Sorry t'say I can' be of much help myself. Don' know much about organic medicine. [Or biomechanical, for that matter. That's Ratchet's place.]

[nyanpire]

....organic medicine? Is that special medicine?

[Whoever is on the line doesn't seem to have much of a clue.]