[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.]
lets climb the levels one by one til we hit the top
[ he's..pretty sure he heard something in response just now. C-ta had said he'd woken up on the couch, hadn't he? if that's still case, A-ya will be trailing over to it tentatively, peering over at the mass of sheets that he presumes to be his friend.
from the way C-ta had been texting, it was obvious he didn't feel well after the events of last night. A-ya can remembers plenty of times when he himself was sick, C-ta coming over often with soup or tissues or any other miscellaneous things to take care of him.. A-ya should do the same for him now, then, right? ]
[sheets rustle as C-ta peeks his head from under the covers. Exhausted green eyes meet with red as he heaves a small sigh. He didn't want to be seen by his friend like this! Not when he was in such a pathetic state! He wasn't supposed to be the one getting help!
Nevertheless, he was glad for A-ya's company. His house felt far too lonely with no one around and A-ya was probably the only person he could stand.
Too bad it had to be like this.]
Aah, A-yaa...it's fine, you don't have to do anything. [he smiles weakly, an attempt to ease A-ya's worries (because he must be right?)]
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we could fix the first 2 problems
c-ta, i'm on my way over already. is the front door open?how gay is this going to get
how gay do u want it 2 be
O.K.[ we'll just be on our way over, then. a-ya knocks twice before opening the front door, letting himself in quietly. ]
..C-ta?
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.]
lets climb the levels one by one til we hit the top
[ he's..pretty sure he heard something in response just now. C-ta had said he'd woken up on the couch, hadn't he? if that's still case, A-ya will be trailing over to it tentatively, peering over at the mass of sheets that he presumes to be his friend.
from the way C-ta had been texting, it was obvious he didn't feel well after the events of last night. A-ya can remembers plenty of times when he himself was sick, C-ta coming over often with soup or tissues or any other miscellaneous things to take care of him.. A-ya should do the same for him now, then, right? ]
..Do you need anything?
I took my friend's s4for this haha swerv
Nevertheless, he was glad for A-ya's company. His house felt far too lonely with no one around and A-ya was probably the only person he could stand.
Too bad it had to be like this.]
Aah, A-yaa...it's fine, you don't have to do anything. [he smiles weakly, an attempt to ease A-ya's worries (because he must be right?)]