I only judge the things that were simply not meant to be eaten. Not everyone shares your lack of standards.
[ If only that fact had saved Percival from his fate at the camp back in Duplicity, but he'd like to forget that place even existed, still trying to convince himself that it was all a fever dream. Besides, Siegfried wasn't there to experience the joys of food poisoning with them -not that he would have even succumbed to any ailments at all.
Percival does follow suit in removing his own armor and keeping his sword lit up for the time being as he tries to keep his eyes peeled for any potential danger. It's eerily quiet around the camp site, and he can't tell if it's even night with no moon nor sun to follow, just a few distant celestial bodies swallowed up by the purple haze that is the sky.
Eventually, his head does start to tip to one side as the rest of his body slouches over until his head lands on Siegfried's shoulder, only registering the heat that makes him think it would be so nice to lay on his mattress on the Grandcypher right about now. His hand clings to the front of Siegfried's shirt as he would a pillow case while a sizable bit of drool gradually starts to stain the older knight's shirt. ]
you brought this upon yourself
[ If only that fact had saved Percival from his fate at the camp back in Duplicity, but he'd like to forget that place even existed, still trying to convince himself that it was all a fever dream. Besides, Siegfried wasn't there to experience the joys of food poisoning with them -not that he would have even succumbed to any ailments at all.
Percival does follow suit in removing his own armor and keeping his sword lit up for the time being as he tries to keep his eyes peeled for any potential danger. It's eerily quiet around the camp site, and he can't tell if it's even night with no moon nor sun to follow, just a few distant celestial bodies swallowed up by the purple haze that is the sky.
Eventually, his head does start to tip to one side as the rest of his body slouches over until his head lands on Siegfried's shoulder, only registering the heat that makes him think it would be so nice to lay on his mattress on the Grandcypher right about now. His hand clings to the front of Siegfried's shirt as he would a pillow case while a sizable bit of drool gradually starts to stain the older knight's shirt. ]