[ It's so hot. He's going to die, seriously, he's going to die with everything he's wearing. He cant stand it sweating so much having his hair stick to him like that it makes him feel so... uncomfortable! If this was karma for something wrong he'd recently done, he was so, so sorry. ]
"Who's idea was it to come here.."
[ Caramia seriously hated the current conditions, not only was he hot, but he was thirsty and super hungry too he could eat a horse at this point.
Cue his incessant stomach growling. It was loud, like a lions roar and....everyone could hear it. How embarrassing.
As bad as he was feeling though, it seems there was someone else who had it worse. Among the crowd of people he noticed someone collapse that was bad. Among all these people they could get stepped on if they didn't get up soon.
His protective sense kicked in. He approached the collapsed person and knelt before them. They were still breathing it seems, at least! ]
[ Caramia extended a hand towards them. ] "Ah, getting some rest is good and all Signor(ina), but if you lie there for any longer you're going to get trampled. Are you able to stand? If you aren't I could carry you."
Phase III.
[ It feels like he's been walking for ages. With the abundance of the same scenery it almost feels as if he's just been walking in place this whole time.
He's begun to shake off the dizziness, however the hallucinations have begun.
Not far he spotted a familiar face. It was his consigliere, Kyrie. For once it was, relieving to see the scarecrow. Being beckoned over Caramia picked up his pace till he met face with his Consigliere. ]
"Kyrie! Am I glad to see you we've been wandering out here for so lon-"
[ Caramia was interrupted by Kyrie who was handing him some..list? ]
Kyrie: "Ah, there you are. See I needed to have you take care of these errands, you can't refuse you know."
"what?"
Kyrie: "Are you listening? Idiot lion? I'd go with you but i'd rather not get a headache from the boring conversation, on the topic of headaches your cooking last time was so incredibly awful I wouldn't even be able to call that slop food. I could just shoot you three times for making me eat that. Please make something edible next time, you stupid lion. Oh also--"
[ Kyrie just went on and on clobbering Caramia with insult after insult.
Eventually, Caramia just, snapped! ]
"AAH Enough! Okay okay I understand! Though if you hate my food that much why can't you just cook for yourself. I'm this famiglias boss and I'm treated as the local striking dummy...I can't catch a break even out here."
[ He was exhausted as he let out an irritated sigh almost forgetting the person who was with him. Ah, they had seen all that hadn't they. Great. ]
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[If you have other prompts you'd like to try I'd be happy to!]
Caramia | Ozmafia!!
[ It's so hot. He's going to die, seriously, he's going to die with everything he's wearing. He cant stand it sweating so much having his hair stick to him like that it makes him feel so... uncomfortable! If this was karma for something wrong he'd recently done, he was so, so sorry. ]
"Who's idea was it to come here.."
[ Caramia seriously hated the current conditions, not only was he hot, but he was thirsty and super hungry too he could eat a horse at this point.
Cue his incessant stomach growling. It was loud, like a lions roar and....everyone could hear it. How embarrassing.
As bad as he was feeling though, it seems there was someone else who had it worse. Among the crowd of people he noticed someone collapse that was bad. Among all these people they could get stepped on if they didn't get up soon.
His protective sense kicked in. He approached the collapsed person and knelt before them. They were still breathing it seems, at least! ]
[ Caramia extended a hand towards them. ] "Ah, getting some rest is good and all Signor(ina), but if you lie there for any longer you're going to get trampled. Are you able to stand? If you aren't I could carry you."
Phase III.
[ It feels like he's been walking for ages. With the abundance of the same scenery it almost feels as if he's just been walking in place this whole time.
He's begun to shake off the dizziness, however the hallucinations have begun.
Not far he spotted a familiar face. It was his consigliere, Kyrie.
For once it was, relieving to see the scarecrow.
Being beckoned over Caramia picked up his pace till he met face with his Consigliere. ]
"Kyrie! Am I glad to see you we've been wandering out here for so lon-"
[ Caramia was interrupted by Kyrie who was handing him some..list? ]
Kyrie: "Ah, there you are. See I needed to have you take care of these errands, you can't refuse you know."
"what?"
Kyrie: "Are you listening? Idiot lion? I'd go with you but i'd rather not get a headache from the boring conversation, on the topic of headaches your cooking last time was so incredibly awful I wouldn't even be able to call that slop food. I could just shoot you three times for making me eat that.
Please make something edible next time, you stupid lion. Oh also--"
[ Kyrie just went on and on clobbering Caramia with insult after insult.
Eventually, Caramia just, snapped! ]
"AAH Enough! Okay okay I understand! Though if you hate my food that much why can't you just cook for yourself. I'm this famiglias boss and I'm treated as the local striking dummy...I can't catch a break even out here."
[ He was exhausted as he let out an irritated sigh almost forgetting the person who was with him. Ah, they had seen all that hadn't they. Great. ]
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[If you have other prompts you'd like to try I'd be happy to!]