Makeshift Party Part I
“Huuuuuuuuuurk!!!!”
A scream echoed throughout the bathroom as strange liquid violently spurted out from Artit’s mouth into the toilet bowl. The image made Joke quickly turn away. He didn’t even want to get a single glimpse of it again, but he was already tasked with rubbing his friend’s back. Otherwise, he would have escaped the first second this man started his death growl.
“I almost forgot how it feels like helping you vomit, Tid,” said Joke exasperatedly. At the same time, the person hugging the toilet bowl held up his hand as if to say ‘Stop talking!’
“I…I swear I won’t touch that brand ever again…”
“You said that every time.”
Joke tiredly replied before finally standing up.
“I’ll get something warm for you to drink. We have a lot left to do today, and we won’t be able to finish anything if you’re still hungover like this.”