Bed? Breakfast?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 42
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
The booming, skull-splitting laughter washes over you as the surface tilts, and you're suddenly rolled aside, your limp body pushed between smooth molars and into the painfully familiar cavity of Sora's cheek. You're suffering far too much to even want to fight back, just letting the wet tongue carry you where it pleases. "AWW, GOOD 'OWNING, 'ET! 'ID 'Y WIDDLE 'ET JUSS' GI' ME A KITHH?" She mocks you.
You're sure it would be far too early in the morning for these kinds of games, even if you weren't going through a life-altering experience of a hangover at the moment, but you don't even have energy to be annoyed at this. Right now, you just want to retch. That, and see if you can replace the subsequently-lost contents of your stomach with enough water to douse the napalm fires spreading throughout your insides, despite the several mouths' full of fluid you've just gulped down.
Realizing what it was, that you just chugged, doesn't make you want to throw it up any less - to put it lightly. "Sora..." you manage out a whimper. "Stop shouting..."
You can barely even hear yourself, just over the sound of her heartbeat and breath flowing over you, but surprisingly, she seems to notice. Unfortunately, that means her tongue shoves you deeper behind her back molar so she can talk a little better. "WASS' 'AT, STEVIE?" She asks, innocently, holding her breath to wait.
You take a deep breath, and feebly work up the nerve to shout back briefly, knowing full well how it's going to hurt. "I said WHAT AM I DOING HERE? LET ME OUT!" You yell, to be rewarded with another crushing blow from your throbbing headache. "Arhh!" You cringe, half-curling up as you grasp your temples. You do NOT want to have to sit here and talk about this much longer.
Unfortunately for you, Sora has other plans. "'OPE!" She giggles some more, and uses the back of her tongue to cram you even further out of the way of her animate jawline. "YOU DON' R'MEMBER? YOU CLIMBED IN 'DERE ON YER OWN! MOMMIE SAID YOU SHOUL' GO 'OO BED, SO I OPEN' MA MOUTH, AN' YOU 'OPPED RIGHT IN! *TEE HEE!*" Another barely-restrained fit of laughter, the kind that says 'I am never letting you live this one down...'
If your stomach could sink any further at this point, it would be doing so. You're sure of it. "I did not!" You shout back hotly, momentarily forgetting about the pain. "Seriously, let me out already! I'm gonna be sick, ohhhh go-..." You stop short, fighting back a gag...
"'ID TOO!" You get back in answer. "MOMMIE BROUGHT YOU IN ALL WET, WEARIN' A NAPKIN', AN' SAID YOU 'AD A BI' TOO MUCH DRINK BU' SHE CLEANED 'OO UP ALWEADY AN' 'OO SHOUL' GO T' BED. SO I OPEN' 'Y MOUF', AN' YOU DROP' TH' NAPKIN AN' JUS' HOPPED WIGHT IN!"
"Ohhh, fuu-" You'd thought last night couldn't have gotten any worse than the flashbacks from earlier, but this morning is on a fast track to being the worst one on record, for anyone, possibly ever. It gets even worse when there's sudden, rising movement, as Sora starts to sit up and look around. "Sorrra, I'm gonna hurrrrll- oop!" You shout at the parted lips up ahead of you, before biting back against a sudden heave.
Luckily, that seems to give her some pause. And then, she talks again. "IF 'OO FROW' UP IN DERE, I'M G'NA SWALLOW YOU!" She says, suddenly threatening. Then gets up and starts walking nonchalantly across her room, giving you brief glimpses of it out of her jaws as she speaks.
"AN' IF YOU'RE FEELIN' SICK, 'OO SHOUL' STAY IN BED!" This one is a lot more teasing, and comes with a brief chuckle as she closes her lips, then parts her teeth widely and dumps you back atop her waiting tongue. At least she refrains from actively playing with you, for once, as you try to adjust from being shaken around as she talked, to bouncing roughly every time she takes a step.
Saliva pools around you again, splashing into your face. But now that you're fully awake and aware of what it is, you resist the urge to drink it at least. Wiping the thick layer of ooze from your face, despite knowing the futility of it, you manage to shout ahead: "At least get me some water, I'm dying of thirst in here! I'-hk!" A slight twitch of her tongue - which you half-suspect was intentional on her part - dunks your head in spit again, cutting you off. A horrible realization comes to you, as you spit and swipe, and clear it out again.
"Oh, god... you didn't brush your teeth this morning, did you!?" The nausea in you is reaching critical mass. It's amazing you haven't spewed all everything already.
Though she doesn't laugh, you can just make out the corner of her mouth twitch into a smirk, before she answers:
"'OPE! BU' I' OO' DO I' FO' ME, I MI' 'JUS' 'ET 'OO OUT!" With you splayed out on top of her tongue, her speech is even less coherent than before, and bounces you up and down even more. Through your nausea and disorientation, you make out glances of a smiling, pajama-clad Sora stood in front of a bathroom mirror, holding up a paste-covered toothbrush, before she plunges it into her mouth.
The head of the brush slides roughly past you, jostling you and somewhat intruding 'your' space, as you look incredulously at it and work up an answer:
You're sure it would be far too early in the morning for these kinds of games, even if you weren't going through a life-altering experience of a hangover at the moment, but you don't even have energy to be annoyed at this. Right now, you just want to retch. That, and see if you can replace the subsequently-lost contents of your stomach with enough water to douse the napalm fires spreading throughout your insides, despite the several mouths' full of fluid you've just gulped down.
Realizing what it was, that you just chugged, doesn't make you want to throw it up any less - to put it lightly. "Sora..." you manage out a whimper. "Stop shouting..."
You can barely even hear yourself, just over the sound of her heartbeat and breath flowing over you, but surprisingly, she seems to notice. Unfortunately, that means her tongue shoves you deeper behind her back molar so she can talk a little better. "WASS' 'AT, STEVIE?" She asks, innocently, holding her breath to wait.
You take a deep breath, and feebly work up the nerve to shout back briefly, knowing full well how it's going to hurt. "I said WHAT AM I DOING HERE? LET ME OUT!" You yell, to be rewarded with another crushing blow from your throbbing headache. "Arhh!" You cringe, half-curling up as you grasp your temples. You do NOT want to have to sit here and talk about this much longer.
Unfortunately for you, Sora has other plans. "'OPE!" She giggles some more, and uses the back of her tongue to cram you even further out of the way of her animate jawline. "YOU DON' R'MEMBER? YOU CLIMBED IN 'DERE ON YER OWN! MOMMIE SAID YOU SHOUL' GO 'OO BED, SO I OPEN' MA MOUTH, AN' YOU 'OPPED RIGHT IN! *TEE HEE!*" Another barely-restrained fit of laughter, the kind that says 'I am never letting you live this one down...'
If your stomach could sink any further at this point, it would be doing so. You're sure of it. "I did not!" You shout back hotly, momentarily forgetting about the pain. "Seriously, let me out already! I'm gonna be sick, ohhhh go-..." You stop short, fighting back a gag...
"'ID TOO!" You get back in answer. "MOMMIE BROUGHT YOU IN ALL WET, WEARIN' A NAPKIN', AN' SAID YOU 'AD A BI' TOO MUCH DRINK BU' SHE CLEANED 'OO UP ALWEADY AN' 'OO SHOUL' GO T' BED. SO I OPEN' 'Y MOUF', AN' YOU DROP' TH' NAPKIN AN' JUS' HOPPED WIGHT IN!"
"Ohhh, fuu-" You'd thought last night couldn't have gotten any worse than the flashbacks from earlier, but this morning is on a fast track to being the worst one on record, for anyone, possibly ever. It gets even worse when there's sudden, rising movement, as Sora starts to sit up and look around. "Sorrra, I'm gonna hurrrrll- oop!" You shout at the parted lips up ahead of you, before biting back against a sudden heave.
Luckily, that seems to give her some pause. And then, she talks again. "IF 'OO FROW' UP IN DERE, I'M G'NA SWALLOW YOU!" She says, suddenly threatening. Then gets up and starts walking nonchalantly across her room, giving you brief glimpses of it out of her jaws as she speaks.
"AN' IF YOU'RE FEELIN' SICK, 'OO SHOUL' STAY IN BED!" This one is a lot more teasing, and comes with a brief chuckle as she closes her lips, then parts her teeth widely and dumps you back atop her waiting tongue. At least she refrains from actively playing with you, for once, as you try to adjust from being shaken around as she talked, to bouncing roughly every time she takes a step.
Saliva pools around you again, splashing into your face. But now that you're fully awake and aware of what it is, you resist the urge to drink it at least. Wiping the thick layer of ooze from your face, despite knowing the futility of it, you manage to shout ahead: "At least get me some water, I'm dying of thirst in here! I'-hk!" A slight twitch of her tongue - which you half-suspect was intentional on her part - dunks your head in spit again, cutting you off. A horrible realization comes to you, as you spit and swipe, and clear it out again.
"Oh, god... you didn't brush your teeth this morning, did you!?" The nausea in you is reaching critical mass. It's amazing you haven't spewed all everything already.
Though she doesn't laugh, you can just make out the corner of her mouth twitch into a smirk, before she answers:
"'OPE! BU' I' OO' DO I' FO' ME, I MI' 'JUS' 'ET 'OO OUT!" With you splayed out on top of her tongue, her speech is even less coherent than before, and bounces you up and down even more. Through your nausea and disorientation, you make out glances of a smiling, pajama-clad Sora stood in front of a bathroom mirror, holding up a paste-covered toothbrush, before she plunges it into her mouth.
The head of the brush slides roughly past you, jostling you and somewhat intruding 'your' space, as you look incredulously at it and work up an answer:
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