[if a-ya can find him, he is the lump of bedsheets that is on the couch that's...mostly unmoving. his head hurts too much to sit up properly and honestly, it's not like he had the will to either. someone had once told him that getting drunk felt nice but c-ta had possibly felt worse, all of his worries had been greatly accentuated.
now he just feels exhausted, sick, and most importantly- nauseous. a truly pathetic state to be in with his best friend around! what would A-ya do, say, or even think about C-ta when he's like this?! why did he have to come in the first place?! he could have managed just as well without him!
well, no. that was a lie. but he could have managed anyways! A-ya shouldn't have to see him like this, in his worst!
but he couldn't be mean to him either...]
Hello...[with a meek voice he speaks from under the covers. he's definitely not moving from there.]
im open to all levels of gay
now he just feels exhausted, sick, and most importantly- nauseous. a truly pathetic state to be in with his best friend around! what would A-ya do, say, or even think about C-ta when he's like this?! why did he have to come in the first place?! he could have managed just as well without him!
well, no. that was a lie. but he could have managed anyways! A-ya shouldn't have to see him like this, in his worst!
but he couldn't be mean to him either...]
Hello...[with a meek voice he speaks from under the covers. he's definitely not moving from there.]