An hour passes. Mike spends it all on the floor of the bathroom. He seems to have given up on being quiet, his sounds of utter frustration not all contained. He kicked the wall, as if intent to put a hole through it. He lost the pants at some point, any sense of pride or dignity thrown out the window as he sprawled on the floor. At this point it was a matter of stubborn spite. He would not be defeated by his own body.
After nearly two hours in all, Mike emerged from the bathroom. He was not timid as he did so, holding his shirt over his crotch to maintain at least a mild sense of dignity. He strode over to his host, visibly irritated.
"This isn't just a side effect. Your machine broke my..." He gestured to where he held the shirt. "Please tell me you have something to counteract it that isn't just waiting it out."
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Date: 2018-08-27 06:11 am (UTC)After nearly two hours in all, Mike emerged from the bathroom. He was not timid as he did so, holding his shirt over his crotch to maintain at least a mild sense of dignity. He strode over to his host, visibly irritated.
"This isn't just a side effect. Your machine broke my..." He gestured to where he held the shirt. "Please tell me you have something to counteract it that isn't just waiting it out."