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It– it was so stupid.
Jotaro gives Kakyoin a concerned look, saying nothing as his friend sits down, clutching his stomach. "I'm fine," Kakyoin says, speaking bullshit. Luckily for him, Jotaro's tendency towards silence outweighs his worry.
Too much gas in his intestines was normal. Not in the sense that it was the default, but it wasn't unusual. He could handle it, especially since the other symptoms were merciful and didn't strike nearly as often. It just...hurt more than usual now.
But that's why it was so stupid! He'd had flares (could they be called that, if they were borderline tolerable) where he just grinned and bared it, and the other people had no idea. He should be able to now.
Shaking, he knows he can't.
Jotaro sits down beside him, raising a brow but continuing to wait. God, Kakyoin wishes he wouldn't have to explain this, but he kind of owes it now. Or later. That was a good idea– he could tell Jotaro later.
The stupid curly bastards known as his intestines feel an awful lot like they're twisting, considering a (potentially) more accurate explanation would be puffing out from too much air. Which also could make his belly unnecessarily bigger than usual– something he would gladly pretend is the sole reason for holding it so tightly now.
It hurts. It hurts. It fucking hurts.
Jotaro frowns as Kakyoin begins to curl into a ball; god, this was almost worse, but it hides what's happening and it was a reflex to the pain. It doesn't matter. He can figure out an explanation later.
"Need something?" Jotaro asks.
"Meds," Kakyoin says, and points to somewhere on his shelf. It's somewhere on the shelf, doesn't matter if he pointed too high or too low or whatever, what matters right now is it hurts. It hurts.
The inconvenient part was that his pills weren't separated– gas and diarrhea both sat in one container since he only had the one container. Purple pills are for gas. He needed purple.
This is so stupid.
He's able to take one– uncomfortable to dry throat, but it wouldn't be the first time he's had to– shuddering as he swallows. That increases the concerned look on Jotaro's face, which was already far more expressive than his usual poker face.
"That's normal," Kakyoin says, "Happens every time I take medicine. I've just never liked the taste."
Jotaro nods, his face falling into blankness, into his normal. Hopefully the pain would follow suit soon. He keeps staring at Kakyoin, however, and Kakyoin wonders just how long he'll be able to put this off.
Well. Until Jotaro says something, Kakyoin isn't going to.