It took JD's brains several seconds to realize what was going on.
He was kissing someone.
He was kissing someone who was
a boil.
ABORT ABORT ABO-
And then Herryk's meaty fist was in his hair, and he completely forgot for a second where he was or who he was with.
Just as suddenly, the larger boil slumped backward, dragging JD's head down with him in his limp-fisted grip. JD lay there for a few seconds, trying to remember how to breathe and process everything that had just happened, namely the part where he
willingly and knowingly crawled into another boil's lap and kissed him when suddenly -
It was like a hundred fireworks going off at once. At some point during his internal struggle with his self and sexual identity, his digestive system had worked it's way through the paper lining and hit the troll dirt
motherlode. JD drew his knees up to his chest, huddling in Herryk's lap, eyes wide as saucers.
The room was moving. And just there - Herryk's foot hissed, arching up toward him with threatening half-formed jaws. A strange pale figure loomed over the couch, long slender fingers petting the fabric. Another shadow with entirely too many eyes dragged itself out from under the coffee table.
And they were all judging him.
He wimpered as a pair of hands came out of nowhere and reached toward his face, to brush away a stray strand of hair.
"You kisssssed a boil and you liiiiiked ittt...." Something hissed.
JD didn't dare move, and instead stayed frozen in Herryk's lap for what was probably a few hours before scampering back into his bedroom to take
several cold showers. 
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