THE ADDICTED

"BALKAJSJ. KAKSKWKWOSKM."
Well, either way it's SLOWLY recovering. Very slowly.

The slugcat is abnormally grey-tinted and seizing slightly. There is an orange behind the characan.

"ougahhahahhjjjkm..."

"Nacho cheese is like war. War. War never ch-"

"And nacho cheese."

"I like... girls..."

The slugcat eyes the bag for a moment, but shakes her head.
"...I'll be fine. I just needed a fix. I'm full, if anything."

"Say your vitamins and eat your prayers."

She shrugs again.
"...yeah? That's what makes relationships so precious. That you don't get another chance after one of you guys are dead."
"Like, if everyone is immortal it'd be BOOOORING!!! Unlimited retries? UGH."

// tord over two time save meeee...

She quickly swivels around to find the characan. She's still got some of the center stuff smudged on her cheek. She's a little grayer and sweating, now that she's able to be observed easier.
"Hw- OH. Oh. Yeah, no. I'm just DYING to get the good stuff right now."

"Well, things are always going to go wrong, so long as you live. You can't prevent, only predict and mitigate."
"Too long didn't listen; live life in bold, not fear."

"My want to kill god has spiked up, if that counts?"
She manages a shrug.

The yellow-gold slugcat had found a lizard corpse, it's stomach cut open exposing half-digested Slime Mold. Naturally, her head is buried in the wound, eating what she can find no matter how contaminated.

And she takes it much better now! She spits onto it's handle with sap-like saliva, and sticks it onto her back.
"Notably. Thanks!"

After a moment, she springs back up like a cartoon. Little spores emenate from her for a moment.
"Absolutely. No way I could evem come close to wielding that."

...handing it to the slugcat was a terrible idea though. It makes a squish sound as it lands on them. They aren't dead, from the transparent bits anyone could see past.
"...ow??"

"Because it tastes good!"

"That and i'll die if I don't."

She attempts to do the thumbs up she saw earlier.
It's really not working.

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"Sounds incredibly convenient. Wish I had me one of those."
The slugcat mrps out in a combination of meow and sigh.

The slugcat looks up to whoever's nearby, and attempts to hand them some goopy oramge stuff.
"Want some?"

// The duality of man.

// ive always thought about making a forsaken acc ngl followers

probably scriptbuilder 007n7, 007e7 or *sighs* retro chance

"You'd be suprised by my edibility to most people in my habitat. Though, I guess I haven't been EATEN eaten. Spears are neat things."
"-and oh, sludge buddies!!"

The slugcat nods her head.
"I don't even really have blood. It's more of a sludge nowadays."

"i just CANT STOP EATING SLIME MOLD i just CAN'T stop EATING SLIME MOLD"