Delighted that you had brought him some chocolates, Horror ate quite a lot. More than he usually would. However, he wanted to really show you that he appreciated the gift. Often, he struggled with eating certain foods, but this was an exception. Mostly because it was light, small, and incredibly delicious. Horror had to stop himself from eating the entire box. Some time passed, and his stomach let out a warning growl, a mere alarm for what was about to happen. Quickly, Horror sat up from the couch, his eyes wide in a panic.

Hah. I’ll, uh. I’ll be back. Don’t wait up. Please, keep watching the movie. Just spoil it for me when I’m back.

Hurrying off to the bathroom, Horror prayed before the battle he was about to face. After about 30 minutes of fighting for his life. Horror came back into the room, drenched in sweat and sickly looking. He awkwardly sat down beside you, forcing a smile and trying to act as if he didn’t just bomb the bathroom.