withered;hanged

Ib

“Look! Look what I just got!” He holds out a small cat for his friend to see.

"Ah, how.. fluffy--" A small glance upward and he reaches a hand for the cat. "Where'd you find it?"

“And that’s a rather weak insult.”

AG: Oh such a smartass here.

"..pardon me?"

♗|  He…truly did feel miserable. His stomach seemed to churn with a good threat of throwing up, his head pounding and body beyond sore. The chain has felt this before, he know full well why. Though, having someone in front of him only made him feel on edge—afraid that he might just lash out without thought. “I-I don’t know.” he murmurs, weakly, “I-I feel like I’m going to pass out…o-or get sick…either one…” 

Aaaah. No, no, this didn't seem good in the least! Garry's lips pursed with each muttered word coming from the blonde's mouth--making matters even worse, the pain which was seemingly encased with each breath, word, and movement. Perhaps all the purplette could truly do was sit and watch over him; however, it seemed so.. wrong just do to so little. "I.." was murmured lightly, fingers loosening their grip upon tensed shoulders. "Is there.. anything I can do?"

AG: 8ecause I decided it.

“Seems.. like a rather weak decision.”

AG: You’re a rather weak 8oy.

"And that's a rather weak insult."

“We? I’m sure I wouldn’t participate in such a thing.”

AG: Well stupid you’d 8e the one supplying the 8rains.

“Huh? And just why’s that?”

AG: 8ecause I decided it.

"Seems.. like a rather weak decision."

“We? I’m sure I wouldn’t participate in such a thing.”

AG: Well stupid you’d 8e the one supplying the 8rains.

"Huh? And just why's that?"

♗|  It felt like his head was pounding, a very definite and clear ringing slamming against the frames of his skull that resonated through his very core. He felt like he was going to get sick, break something…but was there someone in front of him-? He could barely tell…

That worried expression now turned to concern, apparently mixed with some sort of fear. Was something truly wrong with this boy--and.. if so, just what could Garry do to help him pull through it? Never before had he been in such a situation. Slowly, pale hands reached, fingers curling around the younger's shoulder. "H..hey, now.. are you okay? Y..you gonna be sick?"

“There’s no need to put a bet when it’s an obvious fact.”

AG: We could still test it out.

"We? I'm sure I wouldn't participate in such a thing."

“Ahaha!” What a strange guy this male was, truly! However, the purplette would fully admit he was indeed a bit confused. Why on earth would someone be set upon looking lost? “Th..en.. you need help, perhaps..”

“Well—in all reality, the human brain weighs about ten pounds—so, truly it.. isn’t all that small.. I suppose.”

AG: I 8et they weigh less when splattered on the floor.

"There's no need to put a bet when it's an obvious fact."

“I’m.. afraid I don’t exactly follow, ma’am.”

AG: I’m sorry your small human 8rain can’t understand troll society.

"Well--in all reality, the human brain weighs about ten pounds--so, truly it.. isn't all that small.. I suppose."

Ah, cue the sheepish smile. He’d always had a habit of being too.. what was the word for it again? Oh, well—now wasn’t the time to ponder. “Yeah. You do look lost!”

“Yeah raggy that’s what I was goin’ for…”

"Ahaha!" What a strange guy this male was, truly! However, the purplette would fully admit he was indeed a bit confused. Why on earth would someone be set upon looking lost? "Th..en.. you need help, perhaps.."