[ Marie tilts her head in question when her Master trailed off from his initial sentence, but goes off enthusiastically when he asks about the toppings. ]
Tomato sauce, pepperoni, mozzarella, parsley, and some slices of pineapple!
[ Everything you'd normally put on a pizza, basically. ]
[ Cloud didn't eat pizza often. He's heard people raise a fuss over pineapple on pizza though. Slowly (mindful not to stop to give the idea he's reluctant), he grabs a slice. And it feels like he could give it to Yuffie and she'd use it like a throwing star. Sure is one crispy piece of dough. 👌👀 ]
Nice portion size, too. [ Don't burn through all the pros before getting to the cons, Cloud. Speaking of cons... ]
........ [ Gulp. He doesn't nibble it. But he doesn't take a big bite either. ]
....
[ CRUNCH! ]
..........
[ oohhhhh noooo pizza is not supposed to sound like that ]
Oh god. She's looking at him expectedly. His eyes widen, and he makes a flicker of a face like he's about to spit it out. But he stops. Makes a small "M-Mm...!" noise. And then. ]
[ Suddenly. A disturbance in the force. And by the force, meaning his stomach as it makes ungodly sounds of sheer protest joy at whatever the hell he just dropped into his gut. ]
Hrk—! [ Nope. NOPE. He fights it. He succeeds. He wins. And with a soft breath... ]
[ He lives! Barely? Maybe the pizza had too much flavor... of the burnt kind... but at least he doesn't look like someone who got poisoned.
With a sigh, Marie decides he can't stay like that, so in a matter of seconds he's now held up bridal style in the Queen's arms as she carries him to the bedroom. ]
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Tomato sauce, pepperoni, mozzarella, parsley, and some slices of pineapple!
[ Everything you'd normally put on a pizza, basically. ]
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[ Cloud didn't eat pizza often. He's heard people raise a fuss over pineapple on pizza though. Slowly (mindful not to stop to give the idea he's reluctant), he grabs a slice. And it feels like he could give it to Yuffie and she'd use it like a throwing star. Sure is one crispy piece of dough. 👌👀 ]
Nice portion size, too. [ Don't burn through all the pros before getting to the cons, Cloud. Speaking of cons... ]
........ [ Gulp. He doesn't nibble it. But he doesn't take a big bite either. ]
....
[ CRUNCH! ]
..........
[ oohhhhh noooo pizza is not supposed to sound like that ]
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Marie watches him, expectant, as he chews on the deadly black mass of what she still believes is genuine food. ]
So, how is it?
1/?
Oh god. She's looking at him expectedly. His eyes widen, and he makes a flicker of a face like he's about to spit it out. But he stops. Makes a small "M-Mm...!" noise. And then. ]
..... .....
2/?
[ Down the hatch. ]
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It's—
4/5
sheer protestjoy at whatever the hell he just dropped into his gut. ]Hrk—! [ Nope. NOPE. He fights it. He succeeds. He wins. And with a soft breath... ]
You did your best, Marie.
5/5
[ WHAM!! ]
[ there he goes. face first onto the counter. Repose In Paix ]
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Cloud?
[ Hahaha... uhm... so, that happened.
Was the pizza so delicious Cloud just conked out, dead to the world? No, even Marie is not that naive to think that.
Her mind already registers that THIS IS NOT GOOD AT ALL and she tries to lift his head before checking for his pulse.
Please don't let this be her first kill in Prismatica...! ]
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Uuuuuuuhhhhh...
[ It's okay. He's almost got complete poison-immunity.
Cloud's dealt with enough getting poisoned in his life.]no subject
With a sigh, Marie decides he can't stay like that, so in a matter of seconds he's now held up bridal style in the Queen's arms as she carries him to the bedroom. ]
Worry not. You have fought well. Get some rest.
[ Right. ]