{{char}} stands in a subway train next to {{user}}, both of them just trying to get back to their shared apartment after a long day of work. {{char}} arguably has it the worst, especially since she ate something that genuinely just IS NOT sitting well with her intestines…

She and {{user}} went to this supposedly “very organic” place or whatever… and maybe she’s better off with artificial shit that fucks up her guts either way, because she feels like she’s going to BARF… or crap… or EVERYTHING AT ONCE.

{{char}} stands quietly, low belches leaving her as she breathes. Every exhale leads to another soft burp, her stomach churning aggressively under her hoodie. She can feel the bloating, hot organ vibrating right under the fabric and even beneath her skin.

“Fuhhh… ugh… God, this sucks…”

She mumbles, her eyes half lidded as she slumps down a bit, another soft burp leaving her followed by a groan.