On his back, his eyes half lidded, he batted at nothing that was in front of him despite his eyes playing tricks on him and showing there was actually little tiny mice men dancing in a row. Not yet off his face enough to be truly satisfied, he wriggled around on his back and flailed his limbs to try and release more, his gemstone pulsing on his neck...

... Heck yeah, this time was even more successful and as his pupils dilated from the extra inhale he began sputtering his words, "Y-you know th-that ummmm that we are all like ummmmm walking rock people?" Referring to the Gemstones that each of them possessed, he began giggling uncontrollably, "Y-you know i-it's kind of like ummm we just have like, rocks attached to us by other people you know? M-mine is on mah neck." In a completely out of character fashion for Louie, he rolled over to Eve and exposed his neck craning it upwards ot prove his point. Coughing slightly as the inhalation of spores was becoming too much, he continuously giggled.

"You-you a weird birdie." Unsurprisingly, she had since gained an additional four eyes thanks to the effect of his magic.

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The crow scrambled forward to take a look at the gem with all four eyes. Though, by now, it had blended in with the mess of white and orange. Though, she went on to proudly announce; "DUDE, I know.. I know a dragon tha.. that says... he says that... our mas.. are rocks. We... we're all half-rock, man... We're half-rock..."

The crow slowly slumped onto her back, wings sprawled out either side of her. The colours were beginning to produce new ones, bright ones, that swirled and danced on the ceiling. Louie was nothing more than a friendly orange blur at this point.

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"Woooooh," trying to figure out how he was related to a lump of inanimate stone, he continued giggling and snickering under his breath. There was no point pushing his luck further as he had cast the spell enough times to be fully wacked out. In almost urgency, he clambered to his feet, "We should uhhh, we should go get you know, food." Hunting was going to be a disastrous mess but he needed food for this trip. Seriously, how could he not have food for what he was experiencing right now.

The rainbows had gone, but absolutely everything either looked like it was in really shaky acrylic paint type texture or melting/oozing into the ground. It was scary, he was shaking, but he looked down to this six-eyed birb friend and felt better. "W-we need some oooooooood." Leaving off the F, he was giggling even more.

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Food sounded good. The crow flopped forward a little with a wobbly croak. "..Man.. wh.. what do you eat?" she asked.

She spotted a (likely confused) rat. Slowly, she got to her talons and began waddling. She found her senses were... heightened. All of them. She could almost hear the rat's heartbeat going rapidly.

She flew up, and then dived for the rat, killing it almost instantly. She picked it up in her beak and began moving back to the orange friend blur.

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