LOCATION: Black Trident WITH: @luka-rossi
Once his stomach had finally given up on purging its contents, Andris headed off to where most of the royals were gathered, opting to position himself furthest from them, before slumping down onto the ship floor weakly. His energy was drained, zapped from him after all that unsightly vomiting. If he thought the island was ‘bad’, being on a ship was worse. Way worse.
There was a reason why he never bought a yacht in the first place.
Now more than ever, he just wanted to curl up into a fetal position and sleep. But his spirits were mildly lifted when he caught sight of the one person that could give him strength. ❝ Luka... ❞ he called out to the Italian weakly.
Maybe he could pass it off as bros just needing their bro?
