Feb 18, 2016
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It was official. They were both in Hell. Minato covered his own mouth, his vision swimming, while his other hand held back Indra’s hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. He tried to ignore the sound of the other retching by quietly humming to himself. Once Indra stopped and stayed kneeling, quivering, the blonde rubbed his back soothingly. “…Safe to say, I don’t think either of us are gonna go to that particular restaurant for a while… Do..you think you can move or do you need help?”