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He flopped over on his back with a smirk.
"Must be if you ******** people over by choking them with their necklaces and then headbutting them."

He opened an eye, then his face went white.
"s**t."

It was finally piecing together now.

Tsurai shot up like a bullet, paying for later with more dizziness.

"You ******** are a f**!"

God, Tsurai was slow! Why didn't he figure this out before?!

"I can't believe this," he whined, sitting back down, now facing Isiah with his legs folded in an Indian Style.

"Why am I such an idiot?" He grumbled to himself.

It's because he was sick, her surmised. He was only not thinking straight because of the fever, he convinced himself.

"You... The..." His voice had gone up a few octaves.
He reached over and grabbed the jacket, bringing it over his lap, remembering how low his jeans were.
"... Looks..."

He let himself fall onto the ground, wincing from the pain still there from Isiah's headbutt. Then he treid to calm himself down by taking deep breaths.

"How can you..."
He wanted to be accepting, really he did, but they way he grew up shaped his mind only one way.
"So you..."

He remembered what he sawa few weeks a go, in the bathroom. The two men.

Tsurai turned over on his stomach, lifting himself up as if he were going to do a round of push ups, and vomited.
He wasn't sure if it was moreso from being sick or being gay, but... It all just made him sick to his stomach.

Tsurai managed to close his eyes before being shoved into his own puke, but that didn't make it any less grostesque of an action.
It made him want to throw up again. But he swallowed it down, because Isiah was just... Ugh, he didn't want to think about it.

Tsurai had been through many different types of abuse. He'd been through drug abuse and physical child abuse, he'd been through emotional and parental abuse.

And of those horrible things in his past, he couldn't ever remember being shoved into his own vomit. Still, Isiah was reminding him of his dad even more every hour that passed by, and he could feel the hatred just boiling up in him.

But when Isiah let him come up for air, Tsurai didn't do anything other than gasp for that much-needed oxygen.
He coughed, wheezed once or twice, drooled a bit, and shook his head.

Then, he shivered, grabbed Isiah's jacket from beneath him, and whiped his face off on the back of the jacket.

"You dumbass," Tsurai shot at Isiah once he sat up.
"I didn't vomit 'cause you were gay, I did it because I was sick!"
He didn't really know that for sure, but he wanted Isiah to feel guilty.
He doubted that Isiah would ever feel guilty about anything, though.

The boy panted and wiped the jacket's back on some clean ground.

"I'd ******** beat your stretched a** all the way to hell and back if I could see straight," he thought to himself.

Flopping over on his back, he took some more deep breaths.
"Talk about what? Being gay?" He frowned.

"You ******** men in the a**, is there much to talk about?"

He put his hand over his face.
He was really, really hot. He wanted to take his pants off, but now with Isiah being gay and all... He was going to think twice about everything.

"Ugh. Thanks," he murmered.
A shiver went down his spine, and he wiped his face again even though there was nothing on it.

"I do have questions, I just. Won't remember the answers tomorrow morning so... What's the point?"

He put his arm over his eyes and let out a sigh.

"Sorry about the... Stuff. I just. Never met a gay guy before."

He shifted the arm up.

"Well I was... But then you shoved my face in my own puke."
He shivered from the thought.
"Now I'm probably going to go through puberty all over again."
He covered his face again and looked away from Isiah.
"... a*****e."

"I'm not gonna die," he groaned.
"What? You never been sick, before?"

He smirked. "That a thing with gays? Never getting sick? I'd be gay like that if it gave me a great immune system."
Tsurai forced a laugh.

Then he calmed down, got all soft. "I'll try and sleep, but I doubt I can."