Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171023073701

"Come i---" Sounds of retching followed, as Josh puked his guts up into the mop bucket Milo had stolen earlier that day from the janitor's closet.

Petey opened the door, noticed it was Gregory, and stepped aside. "Hey." He remembered Josh mentioning that Gregory was a friend, so had no objections to letting him in.

Josh looked like shit. His hair was soaking with sweat, and sticking up at more funnier angles than usual. He had mismatched socks on. His clothes were a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, already got a few puke stains on them. He lay on the crumpled bedsheets. His complexion was pale.

"Josh, it's your friend Gregory," said Pete.

Josh opened his mouth to speak, and then had to vomit in the mop bucket all over again. "Never... again..." he managed to get out between retches. Most of them were dry retches, but not all of them.