“What’s up, assholes?” André said the moment he kicked the door to Ino’s dorm open and smiled like he had just saved the world from a green monkey invasion or something. “How’s the— oh.” He immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw Ino throwing up by the sink.
“Did you bring the tea?” Remiel asked.
“Uh-huh,” he said and tossed the entire bag to him, walking up to Ino. “Ooh, that’s not good.”
Ino just chuckled and turned the faucet on, spitting as he reached for the glass of water Levi had given him.
“Is he alright?” Remiel asked from behind him, stirring a cup of tea that smelled grossly of ginger.
“Yeah, yeah. Apart from the whole” — André held up his hand, gesturing repeatedly — “face.”
Ino looked like a limp asparagus. But for André he looked more like a punctured beach ball
