Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171115153918

Josh was looking a little better. For starters, he had managed to sit up without puking. Then managed to keep down the contents of a can of soda, and that was half hour before when he drank it. He had put on some clean clothes. Perched himself at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. His bare feet rested flat on the floorboards. He still looked exactly how he felt; like shit. At least he was clean and no vomit on his person anywhere. Pete handed him a comb, and let Josh comb his own untameable sandy brown hair.