Salt - [4/100]

Capricorn could feel Dalenstine's glare concentrated on him, even if he had his eyes closed and his face tilted back towards the ceiling. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, trying to alleviate some of his discomfort and failing miserably.

"What do you mean you ate too many baked potatoes? How does that have anything to do with my sudden inability to possess you?"

Capricorn's face screwed up in annoyance and discomfort. "Dude, Dalenstine. Do you even know what a baked potato is?"

Dalenstine looked absolutely affronted. "Excuse-- do I know what it is?? Capricorn, you fucking asshole, it is a baked... fucking...
potato. How complicated could it possibly be? It's pretty goddamn self-explanatory."

Capricorn let out a long, drawn-out sigh as he moved his head to look at him. He didn't seem too impressed, even when Dalenstine began to make a low growling noise.

"Careful, Dalenstine, your literal inner demon is showing. Have you even seen the sodium content in those recipes? This is, like, Demonhood 101, man!"

Dalenstine growled louder and huffed. "Whatever! Just balance that shit out quickly, or I can't guarantee I'll want to re-possess you even once I physically can."