04-12-2019, 01:21 PM
He gazed evenly at Arthur so as not to alert suspicion, expression unreadable. "I'm fine. It's likely I'm just feeling sick from all the travel...before this, I'd never even been beyond my hometown, remember?", he lied easily. Though, when Arthur suggested that he go too, James nearly jumped. "No!", he snapped, though suddenly recoiled upon realizing his outburst. "I mean, that's not necessary. I can take care of myself, Arthur. It won't take me long, either.", he said with a little more patience.
At the mention of fish, James felt the urge to vomit all over again. He wasn't even entirely sure why, but the idea of eating... He swallowed thickly, trying to calm himself, and gave a wane smile. "Whatever you want, I'm not picky..", he offered feebly, turning his gaze away.
He retreated again while Arthur took care of dinner, this time trying to block out the smell of food. He nearly protested when the other called for dinner, but instead forced himself to stand and join his companion. He said nothing as he sat across from him, eyeing his plate as if wary. He was anything but hungry at the moment, though lifted his fork and began picking at his dinner so as not to be rude. Though, it wouldn't be odd for him to be so callous tonight. That's another rather odd occurrence that had plagued him; a wildly flaring temper, which was extremely odd for the gentle Selkie. He looked miserable, interrupting himself a few bites in to suddenly stand, stomach clenching as he gagged sharply. Hand clamped over mouth, he hurried to the bathroom, gagging a few more times before finally giving in and bending over the toilet, throwing up everything. He was crying then; he was almost certain that these weren't just fits, they were symptoms of pregnancy. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he knelt, stomach churning, chest tight with anxiety.
At the mention of fish, James felt the urge to vomit all over again. He wasn't even entirely sure why, but the idea of eating... He swallowed thickly, trying to calm himself, and gave a wane smile. "Whatever you want, I'm not picky..", he offered feebly, turning his gaze away.
He retreated again while Arthur took care of dinner, this time trying to block out the smell of food. He nearly protested when the other called for dinner, but instead forced himself to stand and join his companion. He said nothing as he sat across from him, eyeing his plate as if wary. He was anything but hungry at the moment, though lifted his fork and began picking at his dinner so as not to be rude. Though, it wouldn't be odd for him to be so callous tonight. That's another rather odd occurrence that had plagued him; a wildly flaring temper, which was extremely odd for the gentle Selkie. He looked miserable, interrupting himself a few bites in to suddenly stand, stomach clenching as he gagged sharply. Hand clamped over mouth, he hurried to the bathroom, gagging a few more times before finally giving in and bending over the toilet, throwing up everything. He was crying then; he was almost certain that these weren't just fits, they were symptoms of pregnancy. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he knelt, stomach churning, chest tight with anxiety.