Flowers for Mumma

Haiku was not looking at his brother at all, everything was spinning but it felt like the sky was one of the safest places to look. So much blue made it look like life was returning to a stationary position. He breathed in and out, but didn’t fail to notice Senryu hadn’t replied to him. The boy had a bad feeling well up in the pit of his stomach as he struggled to his paws and looked back to his twin. Who was throwing their puke at him. That feeling wasn’t nausea this time.

First he could hardly believe that his brother had voluntarily touched the stuff, second why he hadn’t thought of it first and thirdly how upset he was for his brother getting it in his fur. Haiku was doing better in the dizziness department, so even though his brother was already running, Haiku was a bit more steady. Already gross the boy managed his own disgusting projectile and chucked it at Sen.