A Break of Trade (Open)

[Amoris]

Amoris and Jet starred at him in concern. "Are you going to be okay?" the Jshiko asked after a moment or two of silence. "Quite frankly, you look like shit and that you're about to keel over. Not that I mean any offence. I just mean...you look sick."

Jet shook his head in exasperation and moved to sit in the arm chair next to the couch. "You have no tact, Amoris..." He turned to Corwin and smiled lightly. "I see. Well, is there anything in specific that you need? You do look sickly...I know it's from the chemicals and how they attack certain bodily functions and the such, but is there anything that can help lessen the effect? It does differ from person to person, after all," he said.

The brunette besides them, just shook his head and played with his sunglasses for a bit. "Why'd you get one anyway if you knew the effect it'd have on you?" he asked.

[corwin]

Corwin stayed silent for a few moments, trying to digest the barrage of concerns and questions coming from the duo. He could feel his ribs shaking and silently shifted, trying to hold in the awkward laugh. "I ah, Kyrian had been experimenting with new anti-serums; had figured that one of the combinations he'd been working on would finally dull or rid the reaction my body has to the chemicals."

He shrugged, his answer to the other questions seeming rather stupid. He wanted a tattoo, he loved having them, but at the same time didn’t care on more than just a general level the side affects and possible consequences that could pop up if he did get a tattoo. It was a very basic factor, though it didn’t do much for his sense of pride. “I honestly think this is a worse off reaction than usual, but I say that every time after I conveniently forget how bad the disorientation is.”