Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171022112115

"I don't know," said Milo. "I found him this morning, hugging porcelain, and it was practically spewing out of both ends. He managed to go half hour without spraying out of either end when I left him, so he might make it." Milo saw absolutely nothing wrong with explaining in such detail, nor did the notion of TMI occur to him.

There was a round of "Nah, I'm good." It was said differently from person to person, but the sentiment is the same.

"Tell you what, I'll give that Petey kid a ring. They share a room," said Milo. He tapped the numbers into his phone. Waited. "Pete! What up, Bro? LB still erupting? Yeah. Uh-huh. Shit bro. Alright, I'll call in later." His expression didn't look good. Apparently it wasn't good news. "You know that casserole Edna served up yesterday, and no one would date touch it? Josh had seconds."

"Fuck," said Jo. "That is pretty hard core though. Not even I'd dare touch Edna's cooking."