11-09-2016, 12:14 PM
They were a few miles off of the coast at their usual spot, though he wasn't as much help as he usually was, he could barely stand up straight and was stuck in the storage room with a stool and a bucket. Unfortunately, Max wouldn't be seeing much of Irwin even when there was nothing left to heave up as he curled up next to the mop with his arms wrapped around his middle, eyes squeezing shut. His cousins stood around the door, deciding who would tell his father. Even sharing a cigarette or two as they took a while to decide, which made his stomach lurch even harder, it must be stomach flu. The freckle faced human could barely force himself up enough to complain about them, and when he did manage to sit up, his father was looking into the truck cab with a look of disappointment. "Hey, dad..."He curled his fingers up into the fabric of his own shirt as it covered his middle.
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