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the hare currently was chilling out in one of the cabins in the middle of the territory, although the look of concentration in his orange eyes as they flitted to and from the beaker full of liquid he held in his paws and to the sole he had placed by his side. Today would be the day- it had to be. It just had to. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. from his bag he took out an unspecified herb and shredded it up, leaving a faint tiny on his paws before he sprinkled the pieces in there, put the cap on, and shook it up. and that was all. Sangatsu removed the cap and peered at it for a bit, even taking the time to smell it. It seemed to be a mix of many things and ended up smelling very odd, but his senses weren't all they were cracked up to be to begin with, so he tipped the bottle and gulped it down quickly, finishing with a puff of an exhale.
Nothing.
Although that was a given. With the bottle empty he waited a few moments before turning to the apple, his paws caressing it as he picked it up to gaze at it. The red ones, perfectly ripe he'd heard, were the best to eat, but he wouldn't know that. Whenever he ate Apple's he got the same reaction, and he had gotten so frustrated over the years. but today he would fix it. He was sure the herb he added was what he was missing- he wouldn't need any Alice to help him! Nope! And the March hare hesitated none as he lifted the red fruit int his mouth and bit down on it. He could feel the sourish feeling burst in his mouth as it always did, making him pucker his lips. It was as so... so good... He couldn't help but gasp. but.....
it wasn't right. Through the swallow he felt a totally different, horrible feeling. Like something was stabbing the inside of his throat. it was unbearable. That wasn't the right taste- he'd heard differently. This was ass backwards. He almost vomited right there. "[b]U-gah!!!!"[/b] he hare coughed many times as he seemed to gag twenty times over. In his surprise he'd fallen over on his back, and withered up as he clenched his throat. it always has to be like this! But it was always okay, since he did have what could calm him down- the chalk-like spheres he seemed to eat lots of the time. Pulling them towards his mouth, he maderch hare pushed them into his mouth and crunched on them, swallowing the strange liquid that they made with his spit and letting the burn in his throat calm itself as he laid there, not daring to sit up in the meantime. He picked up the beaker and smached it up against the wall, silently raging but the corners of his mouth lifting up in a mad grin as he watched the glass shatter to the floor. He as as definitely pissed off about his results though, and would have been looking for something else to break had he not been confined to the floor below.