[ It'd be embarrassing for God to bolt to the toilet, right? But he's choking back heaves as they get in the front door— he doesn't even get a chance to take in the decor, which makes a lot of frankly bizarre choices with gold filigree and clocks— and only just makes it. Whatever Qrow's doing goes plainly ignored; for a guy who should be able to split his attention across a solar system, puking up gore sure keeps him occupied.
The sounds are unpleasant, for a bit. This time it's a stomach, which is kind of funny.
This would probably be distressing to anyone with a normal relationship to disemboweled human organs. ]
Do you think, [ rasps God, just loud enough to carry, ] they didn't realize it wasn't meant to be literal? Puking your guts out.
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The sounds are unpleasant, for a bit. This time it's a stomach, which is kind of funny.
This would probably be distressing to anyone with a normal relationship to disemboweled human organs. ]
Do you think, [ rasps God, just loud enough to carry, ] they didn't realize it wasn't meant to be literal? Puking your guts out.