Cough, cough, cough!
"Arghh!" Frock suddenly started coughing while showing a pained look on his face which alarmed Skullius as he instantly started to think that he was screwed.
'Damn it.. again?!'
"Ah! This is bad," Frock said as he gazed at Skullius.
"What? What's happening?!" Skullius asked as he stood.
"<Cough >. This happens... to me sometimes. My throat gets all parched and makes it... hard for me to <cough > ... speak."
"Huh?!" Skullius confusedly exclaimed.
He was also somewhat relieved at the same time.
It wasn't UNCoddled?
Frankly, he had been starting to get to comfortable. This guy didn't seem like a sockethole at all and he seemed to be genuinely helping him. On the surface at least.
But what was with this situation?
"Gold... gold usually makes it better... <cough >... <cough >..."