1X1 With Weeping_Angel }Y{: Majesty and Nagen

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty whimpers when he's gone, barely turning her muzzle to the door. She shivers. It was still so cold down here, alone.

[Maxella Roe]

He again found himself dangling over the edge of the boat, wondering how he even managed to still have anything in his stomach at this point. Where is this even all coming from? He wondered silently, his face a paler, more sickly green than its usual tone.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty pulls the wool over her head when he doesn't return for a time, nervous and afraid. What was going to happen with them?

[Maxella Roe]

He finally stood up and dragged himself back over to the ladder leading downward and simply dumped himself into the hole below deck worming his way over to the door slowly with a heavy weight in his wrenching gut.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty flicks her ear at a thud but stays put. She didn't know what exactly she should do.

[Maxella Roe]

He belly scooted with his front paws over to the edge of the bed and lay on the floor, feeling too unwell and uneasy to even attempt trying to hoist himself onto the bunk.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty's ear flicks again as she hears someone scooting along the floor. Was it Nagen? She peeks her muzzle out of the blanket in search of his.

[Maxella Roe]

His nose bumped hers softly and he snuffed lightly. "Hello." He said quietly, his words muffled by her muzzle pressed against his.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

"Hi," Majesty whispers. She reaches out with a paw to touch his cheek. "You aren't well." She pulls him into the bunk and tucks him into blankets. "Why don't you try to rest?"

[Maxella Roe]

"Cause I don't feel good." He mumbled grumpily. He wasn't too frustrated with her really, he was just grumpy because his stomach hurt. And he was too sick and tired to try to fake happiness. So he grumbled.