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"I...I don't think we need to go get medicine or anything. It'll probably pass."
Ryan gave a firm shake of the head and, in the same breath, seemed to find what he was looking for within his luggage. One arm arched back into the open (and, thanks to him, slightly odorous) air, clutching a pair of lime green briefs, and his other hand emerged right after, pulling out a pair of near-white, khaki shorts with a little drawstring across the front. Not a great outfit, a little too boyish for the first day of college, but...they had his present wardrobe beat cold, for now.
"But! Yeah! Food sounds like a really good idea. I missed lunch on the way up, and I bet it'd help settle my stomach. So, we can do that right after I get back."
The smile that got turned on Noah at his suggestion was painfully earnest and, though wavery and slightly watery, given the circumstances, terribly chipper. The other boy was actually willing to be seen with him, after meeting him like that? That had to be a good sign, right? So, he clutched his clean clothes to his chest and scampered hurriedly out of the room, vanishing.
"I'll be right back!"
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