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 Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:37 pm
Prompt It’s fall and pumpkin spice is everywhere. A local coffee shop has some great new recipes and there’s been a lot of buzz about it—only, if you’ve indulged you may find yourself with some unusual side effects. Due to some very defective pumpkins (and who knows what else), pumpkin spice lovers are suffering from nausea, vomiting and—perhaps worst of all—your skin has turned orange on top of it all. Thankfully the discoloration and illness seems to wear off within a few hours, but you probably shouldn’t go back for a second cup. Albert wasn't usually one to indulge in fall flavor trends. In fact, he was actually cautious about them, given his brother's intolerance of quite a few of the more popular ones. Take pumpkin spice, for example. It was less pumpkin itself and more the spices used in pumpkin pie, but that it bore the name pumpkin was usually more than enough to send Albert's older brother running the other way. Sometimes quite literally. And it was entirely because of Thomas Wiley's tendency toward overreaction that Albert had decided to indulge in the drink. He wasn't normally a fan of the flavor himself, but sometimes a man just had to do a little brother's duty and aggravate the hell out of his older brother. Getting something nice to drink - along with a caffeine hit - out of said efforts only made it better. "Are you certain you don't want any, Tom?" He asked, cradling the warm disposable cup in his hands. "I'm perfectly willing to share~."
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:45 pm
?Fall was Thomas Stanton Light's least favorite time of year. It wasn't leaves, or the apples, the atmosphere or holidays... It was the one, foul, devil's fruit that everyone else so loved that Tom could not stomach. It wasn't due to taste or texture -- entirely. Spices did too much, and the time he'd finally tasted pumpkin anything, he and Albert were young. And Tom was hospitalized with anaphylactic shock due to the thrice damned devil's fruit. So, Tom avoided all thiungs pumpkin from then on, but Albert never wasted a chance to tease him. Like now. The large man looked up from reading a cook book to scowl darkly at his (beloved but obnoxious) little brother, hazel eyes narrowing. "That druink is a vessel for the poison-squash. You can enjoy it, Albert." Tom drawled simply. He was never happy about Pumpkin, but knew Albert wanted caffeine. It was an addiuction, and if Tom had a nice coffee and Albert's wonderful NON-pumpkin scones, he'd drink his own coffee with him, but no. Albert was trying to poison him. "How can you stand to drink that?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 10:34 pm
"I can stand to drink it because it bothers you that I do," Albert said, and took a deliberately long sip of the pumpkin spice coffee. He paused, his expression shifting to something slightly more sympathetic as he added, "And I'm not allergic to pumpkins, so nothing related to them holds much terror for me." He took another long sip of his coffee - beginning to cool from the trek home, but not yet unpalatable, then licked his lips. "This is... better than I expected, though." Sip. "What are you thinking about making?" He asked, peering over Tom's shoulder to peek at the cookbook. "Halloween-themed desserts, maybe? That could be fun, at least for the kids." Not at all fun for him, nope. He was far too mature for such things any more. He sipped coffee again, then frowned and sat it down as his stomach twisted uncomfortably. What was... he had been fine, why did he suddenly feel like he was about to be - squeezing his eyes closed, Albert took off at a staggering run for the nearest bathroom, slamming the door behind him in his rush.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:06 pm
"You can enjoy your devil drink." Tom grumbled. "And I can ignore it." Albert was mature, sure, and Tom hummed, ignoring slurps to hum, and peer. "GHOST cupcakes, or something science theme to take those to Nic." Tom was going to make up for not knowing his nephenephew, and he was about to remark.... But Albert shot to be ill. "...Albert?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:15 pm
It took a few minutes for Albert's queasy stomach to settle enough that he dared risk standing and trying to clean up - and even then, the thought of a bed and a nearby bucket sounded wonderful. It was when he went to clean up, however, that he noticed the worst thing. His reflection in the mirror - (damned mirrors, he was going to be watching them suspiciously for some time yet after what happened not long ago) - didn't look right. In fact, it looked... Orange? The terrified squeal that escaped Albert was both high-pitched and strangled, cut off only as he went to be sick again. WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM?!?
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:38 pm
Nope. Tom ripped open the door at Albert's wail, and quite rapidly pulled him to examine, one hand fumbling in the drawer for an epi-pen. The drink-- surely this was an allergic reaction! "Try to breathe, Albert. It's alright... Ssssshhh... I'm here. I'm here...." A pause. "But you look more like an Oompa Loompa than Willy Sonia right now."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 12:01 am
If Albert hadn't felt quite so ill, he would have had some choice words for his brother. Instead, he took a page out of his son's book and flipped Tom the bird as he sagged back with a groan. When the epipen came out he whined and tried to bat it away. No, no this wasn't an allergy. He could breathe fine, he was just sick. ... And orange. Oh damn it all was this more chaos shenanigans? He was going to have to warn his children and Kaida to stay away from that coffee shop for the foreseeable future... But how could he get Tom to get that nasty epipen away from him. "No," he complained, whining like an overgrown child. " No, Tom. I'm.... i'm fine, just a little sick." And orange. WHY ORANGE ORANGE LOOKED AWFUL WITH THIS SWEATER.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 12:27 am
"That's why I'm worried!" Tom pulled Albert into a hug after the new upset, holding him with worry. "Pumpkin Spice never affected you. It must be a new blend, and with something affecting you." Tom pouted, fussing. "How do you know it's not an allergy?!
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 12:39 am
"Allergies don't turn you orange," Albert whined again, curling against Tom pitifully and shifting so that he could hold protective hands over his churning stomach.Oh. Oh this was awful. What if he was turning into a pumpkin??? What if his brother was going to be allergic to him soon?!?"Tooooommmmmm...." NovaCracker I swear we have the least-adult adults to ever try to be adults.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 12:46 am
"I turned red. So you might!" Tom fussed. Still, Albert felt sick, and Tom carried him to bed swiftly, rocking his brother lovingly. Albert needed him, and TOM WOULD SUPPLY.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 10:46 am
"Can... we argue over colors later?" Albert asked, frowning as h pulled away from his brother and struggled to his feet. "Ugh...." Hopefully, he wouldn't get sick again, but he still felt queasy - and very, very orange. "You win, just this once - pumpkin spice is Satan's beverage...." Or maybe Chaos' beverage. Probably. Something like that. Eugh.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 11:29 am
"Yes, and it's gotten more diabolical." Tom huffed, rocking Albert-- grown man or not, he knew the man needed soothed and loved to feel better. That was how Albert worked. "And when you feel well, I'm trying to get apple-like coffee, if you like. But only when well. Right now, I rather want to sing some Oompa Loompa or goblin ditty."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 1:22 pm
"....Don't you dare," Albert complained, managing to look grumpy despite his nausea and unfortunate coloration. "Don't you dare start singing, let alone anything like that. Can't you see I'm suffering enough?" He turned sad grey eyes on his brother, the kind that usually worked wonders to soften any ill-temper directed his way. He didn't know if being orange would have any kind of effect on how pitiable he was, but it was still worth a try. Anything to escape oompa-loompa songs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 5:27 pm
The eyes meant he was off limits there, but Tom had so many more plans./ Most, however, were drawns out and meant paying Emily off somehow to bake pumpkin devilry. "Oh, fine." Tom, sighed, and sighed, shaking his head. "But that means we watch movies I choose so you can rest. I'll make sure to include Short Circuyit, okay?" Tom soothed. And Willy Wonka. HJe couldn't resist. At all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 6:07 pm
"...If you include short circuit, fine," Albert said, though he doubted very much that this was going to be the end of it. If he was lucky, the coloration and nausea would wear off eventually.... but Tom's teasing? No, no, that he was going to be stuck with for weeks on end. Which was horribly unfair, but then again he had probably earned it by trying to use the hell-beverage to tease his brother, anyway. "...Don't you dare sneak in anything related to a candy factory," he added, squinting suspiciously as he started to get to his feet ... then dove for the toilet once more. What had he ever done to deserve this horror?
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