Wild Berry Meadow tiptoe on my heart

he offered a weak smile when she revealed that she felt fine. well, at least one of them was doing ok. "i'll be alright" he let out, though took her advice and decided to have a seat before things took a turn for the worst.

"i'm not the best at handling ehh, vomit" he revealed, tossing an apologetic look her way. his stomach had always been weak when it came to handling others, and his own, regurgitation. yuck! "i still would have beat you, even if you hadn't gone and spewed them back up" he teased with a wink, hoping to turn the conversation to a more appealing topic than barf.