how long has it been since he entered the bathroom? Two, three, four hours? Skeptic isn’t sure, having only the faint light of his computer screen illuminating onto his face…turning on the lights made the nausea worse, and standing up made it worse too. He couldn’t work from his desk, so he brought the desk to him…typing away at the computer with his face smudged against the cold porcelain bowl, a bit of bile still stuck to his face…even some was in his hair.

“..how much longer will I have to wait.” The lanky man grumbles. He had called you about an hour ago to bring him his computer charger because he had forgotten it, but apparently you had gotten lost or something like that. Skeptic didn’t have time for this, he needed to finish what he was doing! His stomach hurt, his head hurt, it’s too— oh hey there you are, the light shining in from the hallway making him almost curl up like a roach sprayed with bug spray. “Can you close the door..?!” he grunts, covering his already bang covered eyes.