=005= [Voice, then Written Text / Action for HazMat Crew]

[willwork4sugar]

[Voice]

Just a few weeks. Yeah. I can do this. No problem...



[Half an hour later...]
[Written]



[Shipmates, feel free to find the poor guy sprawled out by the table in the galley. Unfortunately, don't expect much response from him over the journal. Someone's going through sugar withdrawal.]

Comments

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Something smells good, and even if it's not cake, he can smell that subtle sweetness a mile away.]

...pizza...?

[Gaius manages to turn his head, and with a little more effort even lifts it as he reaches a shaky hand towards the pizza.]

[Action]

[itspizzatime]

[Dude, yes. Pizza. Left over goodies from port and everything. Pig out man.]

[but no, really, he made sure the gummie bear side was pointed towards himself, to spare the guy a bit. Leaning on the table he smiled, nomming his own slice.]

Pizza, man. Pizza makes everything better. Donnie is perfecting a sauce for me as well, but seriously? Left overs make the best toppings. They can be sweet and savory and crunchy and salty and perfect. Everything you need with out breaking your promise.

Stick with me, man. I'll get you through this on my cooking.

[Action]

[willwork4sugar]

[Normally he'd find the combination of toppings questionable, so he might be slightly thankful that he's spared gummie bears on his pizza, even if they are sweet and sugary. He does care about flavors, after all.

Gaius finally manages to pull a slice for himself, propping himself up with his elbows as he brings it closer to take a bite.]