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No. 78

//Riptide Campaign (nobody is shocked-)

REQUEST!

FROM Swordsinger- !!!! Tysm for the request-

Sorry I've been dead for a hot minute ;-;

And I'm sorry this is short ;-; I hope this is okay- I tried I swear- Getting back into writing is so strange lmao-

Gill has an allergic reaction to something and freaks out because he's never experienced that before- But I mean rightly so??? Because holy shit imagine having allergic reactions for the first time???? Without knowledge of what's happening???

Aaaaanyway,, Gillion is reassured that he ISN'T dying by his two pals :)

TW// Mentions and minor descriptions of allergic reactions (?) ((If there's any better TWs to put, please lemme know ;') ))

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It all started this morning.

Gillion had heard the familiar grumblings and strings of cursing of Old Man Earl, which, granted, wasn't an unusual occurrence. Though, with current events of sleepless nights, Gillion's attention was quickly drawn to anything. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Earl complaining to a very uninterested Chip, whose interest was revived upon the triton's entrance. The brunette sprung up from his seat in front of Earl and rushed over, a tired smile on his expression.

"Gill! My favourite fish! Gods you have great timing! Earl wants to try out a new drink recipe, and it has your name on it!"

Gillion could tell by Chip's strained smile and tone that this recipe most likely didn't have his name on it... But Chip looked like he could use a break from Earl's ramblings.

"That... that is a very strange coincidence-"

"S'destiny or some shit. Anyway! Have fun buddy! I owe you one! Love ya, buddy!" And with a pat on Gillion's shoulder, Chip left the kitchen with haste which Gillion had only seen the brunette possess when running away from the multiple dangerous encounters they had experienced on their adventures.

Ignoring his friend using destiny against him, Gillion looked to the halfling, who had grown even angrier than he had been when Gillion last looked at him.

He figured his patience was running thin, which was understandable he supposed. It at least tod him that messing with Earl wouldn't be a wise decision. He would find a better time later in the day, he was confident of it.

"Young man Earl! Chip said I could be of some assistance! What do you need-"

"Just shut up Tidestrider. Need you to stay and try this new thing I'm workin' on. That bastard just sat there and ignored me. Never get any fuckin' respect." Earl continued his irritated mumbles, but Gillion couldn't quite hear the rest, which was probably for the better.

"I can do that! I... truthfully, I have nothing else to be doing, so I shall be your apprentice!"

Earl gave a slightly narrowed glare to the triton before tilting his head in a small gesture, "Eh... s'more of a taste-tester, really. M'not trustin' you near this, fish boy."

Gillion went to reply, but Earl's attention had already turned to a bowl of mushed-up fruits, too squashed to be recognisable, not that Gillion was confident he could identify them even in their normal state. The fruits were so strange up above the Undersea. And people were so fickle and specific! He was still fully convinced there was no real difference between a mandarin and an orange, no matter how much Jay disagreed.