The sea.. the calm, soothing waves of an ocean capable of lulling everyone to a peaceful slumber.. but definitely not Wolfram

"Augh"

Wolfram laid limp in a bed, inside a ship they're in for a mission to.. scratch that, he already forgot everything the moment he got in this death contraption they called boat.

"I'm fine, this is nothing."

Wolfram whispered to himself, after retching over a nearby trashcan by his bed. Thankfully only his fiancé, Yuuri, is with him.

"You better not go dancing with other hussies while I'm sick, i-i still can kick your ass—"

Wolfram couldn't even finish his sentence as he retched on the trash bin beside the bed.