shelter from the sun

"ClloSED!" The Prince warbles with fright and despair rife in his squelchy voice. The pair would hear the sniffling of the creature as if it was merely one giant nosed that was thick with mucus from a cold, nevertheless trying to sniff the smells of what Amalia had brought. Unseeing as they were, they'd not see the greenish amalgum of limbs and eyes as it peeked nervously around the corner, looking first at both of them and then the goodies on the ground. Farting nervously—the sound of which temporarily drew it back around the corner with a shriek of nerves—the Prince looked out again. Slurping forward, a disgustingly moldy and puss-covered tongue slimed outwards, grabbing first the bread, then the meat pie, then the wasp. It tried the bread first, dry-heaving it down without bothering to chew. Next was the meat pie, which it violently threw back up in a serious of belches and hiccups. Finally, there was the wasp. With a silent moment of reverence, the Prince slurped the paper queen and immediately moaned a content and sickly sound of pleasure.