"I’m going to be sick."
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Oh, he had been warned. Three times, if not more. Regardless, it had seemed so very silly, it must have been a prank. A little bit of a childish one, perhaps, but Zeno had found himself laughing it off regardless. What could have turned an endless amount of water so bad that it was impossible to drink? Where he came from, it was no more than usual to hydrate oneself straight from the rivers and lakes. Little did he know that not everyone could praise themselves lucky with that kind of luxury.
Completely ignoring the stranger’s wise words of advice, he cupped his hands and helped himself to some of the clear liquid. His expression faltered as soon as the water ran past his throat, changing into one of pure disgust. One second; silence. The next; loud coughing and spluttering as he tries to spit it all out and rid himself of the taste. 'I think I’m going to be sick too,' the words are dragged from his lips into a whine, as if this hadn’t all been his own stupid fault. ‘What happened to that water?! Who’s trying to poison me? Ah, how do I get rid of this terrible taste?!’
