[Kazuya suffered through this with little to none protestation - if only because every scrap of willpower was focused on not vomiting all over Kevin's front. He kept his mouth very firmly shut as he was jostled about, and the only sign of disapproval of the whole babying thing was a very weird, ambiguous sounding grunt right in the back of his throat.
This is your own fault, some sober part of his brain muttered. Or, wait, no, that was Bel's discomforting rumble filling all the spaces in his skull, and Kazuya realised, with mounting horror, that Bel wasn't going to save him from the nausea train this time. That dark presence retreated, a mental door was opened and- yup. Abandoned. Bel had wandered off deep into his subconscious and went to sleep, washing his hands of the matter entirely.
Traitor!]
Umm, I don't think... [Kazuya dared to speak at this troubling development, a notable strain to his voice] I should move. I'm... gonna...
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This is your own fault, some sober part of his brain muttered. Or, wait, no, that was Bel's discomforting rumble filling all the spaces in his skull, and Kazuya realised, with mounting horror, that Bel wasn't going to save him from the nausea train this time. That dark presence retreated, a mental door was opened and- yup. Abandoned. Bel had wandered off deep into his subconscious and went to sleep, washing his hands of the matter entirely.
Traitor!]
Umm, I don't think... [Kazuya dared to speak at this troubling development, a notable strain to his voice] I should move. I'm... gonna...