Made a lil one shot based off this cus I can't stop staring at it ↓
“Grace help Rocky find the-”
Rocky tumbled into the bunk room to ask Grace a question, his shock cutting off his sentence as he sees his friend hunched over, kneeling on the floor. This is a human expression he has yet to see, Grace's eyebrows knitted upwards, his heart pumping fast, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“Is Grace ok, question? Grace hurt, question??”
Despite his mild disgust in seeing the space blob leak once again, he rolls his geometric bubble closer, the sides clunking against the floor with a slight echo as he moves. Grace looks up, blinking a few times as he struggles to focus his eyes.
“Hhmmrp... mh... I- I just.. don't feel good, Rock… I'm gonna be ok- hhgrk-”
Sweat cements his messy hair to his forehead as he struggles to speak through soft burps and gags, he needs to get to the bathroom, but he just can't muster the energy. His stomach is turning, his head light and dizzy, ever since he ran out of rations he's been eating taumoeba, which barely meets his nutrition needs.
“Grace in pain, question? What happened to Grace, question?”
Rocky stays persistent with his concerned barrage of questions, tapping his feet impatiently against the floor as he watches Grace close his eyes and take deep breaths. He's quiet, likely focusing on not losing whatever sustenance is in his stomach.
Grace loses the battle with a strong retch that sends a torrent of watery vomit splashing against Rocky's xenonite barrier, the yellowish liquid dripping down the surface and pooling on the floor.
“♪♫♪♪- GRACE DISGUUUST! ”
Rocky spits out an unidentified word, presumably an Eridian curse, before stumbling backwards, leaving a trail of puke in his haste to escape the biological flood. He watches from a safe distance, still concerned, his carapace pressed up to the side of his container.
Another weaker wave of vomit forces its way up Graces throat, splattering into the growing puddle on the ships floor. There goes his meal for the day. He spits and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, slowly turning around and crawling back into his cot to pass out, the taste of bile in his mouth the least of his worries.
