#oveareating

Have this short little drabble where Ren overeats and Zara is annoyed.

Ren wiggled on the sofa, almost jumping up with the hiccup. "Zara, help me..."

"Stop whining," the silver haired girl said. "Isn't my fault you don’t listen to reason."

"I didn't know this would happen," Ren sighed, both hands kneading into the dome of his stomach. It was grumbling so much she could hear it through the whole living room.

"You could have known, cause I told you," Zara said, crossing her arms. She was sitting opposite him on the comfortable couch, trying to read with no success. "Besides, aren't you a little old to underestimate human stomach capacities? This isn't your first time in this form."

Ren curled up on the sofa even more, his stomach so bloated and hard it resembled a watermelon. His shirt was stretched up, slivers of skin peeking underneath. "That really hurts."

"Ow ow, little dragon with a stomach ache. What a fearless wandering beast you are," she said, no pity in her voice. If she hadn't been there and haven't tried to prevent exactly this scenario she would have shown more sympathy.

"You are so mean," he said, hugging himself, as if that could calm the upset organ. A burp came up from between his lips and Ren shuddered, chocolate-brown curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. "Ugh. I don't know if I want to burp or throw up or fart..."

Zara grimaced. "Whatever you do, would you be so inclined to go do it in the other room? Or the bathroom, preferably."

"Is it fun talking like you are in a medieval castle?"

She rolled her eyes. "I work at a castle. I manage it." Pride dripped from her tone like honey from a teaspoon.

"Wrong century, sweetheart." He hiccuped again, the end of it carrying a bubbly burp with it.

"I have an entirely time-appropriate post-modern office inside the castle, thank you. And who could be better at history keeping than a dragon?"

"Any history on stomach medicin-huuurp-" he burped again, louder and longer and groaned at the end. "Owwwwww."

Zara sighed and then got up to sit beside him. "Come on, up with you. Lying down won't help."

"I hope you don’t want me to walk-" the next belch came from deep down, shaking his entire torso as Zara helped him sit up and stretch his legs.

"No. Just stay here and breathe. Relax. Give the organs space to work through your indulgence."

"It wasn't even that much, just a goulash..."

"Three giant bowls of it and a whole bread," she said, now slightly amused at his skewed memory of the food.

He whined, hugging his stomach close again. "I feel like I'm gonna explode."

She thumped his back hard and it urged up a string of burps that had him panting over his puffed out belly.