Crash! June crashed into the bathroom door in his haste. He turned the knob and threw himself again—straight into the toilet bowl. With a flip of the lid, June hung his head inside. It was good; he didn't want to puke all over his living room when they got there. It was as if his stomach finally gave up on saving his precious meals; after all, he just watched people get slaughtered.
Lantis would open the door for him, but it would send June to the floor. He might even puke on himself if that happened. Moreover, the human body had its own reflexes. He would need June to be used to things to quell such things. It was not a bother; he could hold June's stomach as much as they needed.
