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Sleep was the only thing on his mind once the music had stopped. His head was pounding, and he still felt sick, despite almost entirely emptying his stomach at this point. He could barely focus when the animationics called everyone down to see... A dead body. Aloha stood where he was, freezing up while they spoke, listening into the different whispers that went around the vicinity. After pulling himself out of the moment of near-to disassociation, he went back to the bathroom. At this point... It really grew to be a comfort place for the Pink Inkling.
With feeling so sick, he started to feel... Hot. Like his body was trying to keep itself afloat, so he pulled his button-up off, turned on the water, and soaked it. He knew that water wasn’t probably the best thing for him at the moment, but god, anything that was cool would be better than staying like he was. He pressed the damp cloth to his forehead, wincing at the itchy feeling it put against his skin, but it was worth it, if he could just cool down.
He wiped himself down with the damp cloth before wringing it out, slipping out of the bathroom and to his own room. He put the shirt out next to his bed, putting one of the blankets over it in some attempt to try to soak up the remaining water. Aloha made his way out of his room after a few minutes and slipped back to where everyone was situated. The binder he wore under the button-up still was damp from his earlier attempt at cooling himself down.
Then he saw something, and heard some whispers.
His name.
“Wuh- Hey!” He glared at practically everyone in disbelief. “What’s the big idea?!”