Yikes.

[That's a hell of a description, and Qrow hadn't even realized this curse came with an eldritch visitation of sorts.]

And here I thought the cursed chocolate just appears in your house or something. Can't tell if some creepy pthumerian showing up instead is better or worse.

[He has missed out on this particular curse to date; his magical food poisoning came from Madame Generosity's party, some time back, and the previous year Doorway saw fit to slam him with the fire curse twice, so he was, ah. Busy.]