Wapun Meadow a game ever so cruel i would rather lose

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A glance upward as a little voice kindly informs him that vomit was gross. No shit, sherlock! He thinks to exclaim, until his eyes land on the little chocolate boy who had said such a thing. Kinda pathetic looking, and... cute. Toad couldn't muster up the will to reply with anything bitey, and so he focuses on the second half of the boy's words. 

Think I'm done being sick. A pause. Another little cough, nothing comes out except a bit of spit. I'll like to move, yeah... somewhere away from this shit, He adds, standing up now and shaking out his ratty pelt. Another glance at his company with dark half-lidded eyes. And who do you think you are, some kind of guardian angel? He scoffs mockingly, a mask for the warmth he was already feeling thanks to the pretty boy.