Think about it this way; nothing can get worse because your friend already left you behind, Sasha thought to himself as he started to come down from his little fit.
"Alright, you're going to go back out there, and everything will be fine. You're going to find Kyle, then tell him to get his ass up because we're leaving." Sasha mused to himself, voice shaky from crying. "Oh God, what if he's already left and forgotten about me?"
His crying started up again, this time worse than before (thanks to having slightly unstable emotions).
"This is it, I'm going to die alone in this stupid bathroom where there isn't even any toilet paper. Which why isn't there any toilet paper? Every bathroom has toilet paper, even if it isn't on the roll! And why are the lights so warm? It's hot in here. Maybe I'm already dying and I just haven't realized it yet, or maybe I'm in another dimension at this point and someone is about to come in and kill me!" Sasha raved through his sobs, fidgeting with the hair tie around his wrist.
(I'm gonna be offline for an hour or so so I guess just respond whenever lol)
@Imaegine_is_in_love_with_DEH Are you just not interested? You seem pretty active with Caustic.
(Oh I am interested. I'm really sorry. So I haven't replied for two reasons. One, it takes more effort for me to reply with longer things. And two, I read this and forgot to mark it as unread so I kind of forgot about it. I'll try to get a reply up asap. Once again, I'm so very sorry.)
Every now and then, Eugen would glance at the bathroom door. He took it as one of his responsibilities to make sure someone doesn't die in the bathroom or something of the sort. But after a while of no activity going in and out of the bathroom, he consistently more worried. For how long it had been, he hoped he had just missed when the person left.
Gene stared back at his phone to distract himself from the nervousness growing in his gut. He was probably just overreacting. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Settling with texting another friend, he was successfully distracted, at least for a few minutes.
(Ah, I'm sorry. I'll try to write shorter responses in that case lol)
(it's okay actually. It's cool to read since I like your writing style, mine just won't be as long if that's okay)
In the middle of his tantrum, Sasha decided he was going to leave the party, even if it meant walking home. He'd managed to fit himself pretty weirdly in the cabinet under the sink, and rather than being able to exit the cabinet he ended up making a lot of loud noise as he complicated his situation more.
"Ah, fuck," he whined, one of his arms now tangled with the piping.
(Oh it's fine, I don't expect long responses. Tried to keep this one shorter, and will be continuing my best to keep them shorter.)
Eugene's temporary absence of worry ended as he heard a sound from the bathroom the wasn't normal. That was the last straw. He jumped up from the floor and went to the bathroom, concern evident on his face. Knocking on the door, he hoped everything was okay. "Heyy. Are you good in there?" He asked, hopefully loud enough to hear over the loudness of the party.
Sasha froze for a second and stopped crying, the remaining tears streaking down his face.
God, should I just reply?
"I'm kinda stuck?" he replied, hoping he was loud enough for the person outside the door to hear.
Eugene heard a small voice, he wasn't completely sure what was said. "Um… do you need any help in there?" He asked. That wasn't a situation-specific response so he thought it worked for whatever the other had said.
Sasha sat in silence for a second, desperately trying to untangle his arm from the piping. It definitely wasn't coming out without some help.
"Help would be nice, yeah," he squeaked-this response louder than his last-, whilst opening the cabinet door so the stranger would be able to see he was clearly under the sink.
(So I won't be active for the next week or two. I just need a small break. Sorry about that)
((Aaahhhhhhhh!! So did I kinda forget about Notebook? Maybe. That took a lot longer than I ever thought, I sincerely apologize. I won't be super active still though, at least not as active as I was before the unexpected hiatus. Once again, I'm very sorry about that.))
(It's fine! Everyone needs breaks at times. c:)
(Thank you so much! I'll try to reply soon :)
(Late reply but take as much time as you need to, lol)
With a breath, Eugene opened the bathroom door and looked around, confused for a second. But not much later he saw the open cupboard below the sink. His eyes grew and he went over to the sink, closing the door behind him "Wow. This is impressive. How did this happen?" He asked with a small laugh.
"Unnatural flexibility assisted by a large fear of people," Sasha replied, still attempting to yank his arm from the piping. The fact he'd allowed a stranger into the bathroom where he could easily get beat up made his heart race, and his flight response was kicking in, meaning he was only further hurting his arm.
"You uh, wouldn't happen to know if Kyle is still here, would you?" he asked, a nervous tone in his voice as he avoided eye contact and continued pulling on his arm.
Eugene nodded to himself, listening to the other boy's explanation. "Umm… I'm not sure. As much as I am invited to these parties by people, I still don't know everyone. Sorry about that." He watched as the other tried to get loose from the pipe with a curious look.
"Can I help you get loose from there somehow?" He asked, studying the pipe and arm in question.
"Well, you can join me in yanking on my arm," Sasha said, "Or you can figure out if these damn pipes unscrew from each other. I mean, they're PVC so they should unscrew, but I'm not sure where they unscrew at."
Sasha leaned back against the side of the cupboard and let out a long sigh as he finished speaking, allowing his free arm fall to his side.
Eugene's eyebrows furrowed, glancing from the other's arm to the pipes. He kneeled down to get a better look. He didn't know the first thing about pipes or even what PVC was. This was definitely going to be interesting. He had not expected this to be what he had to help with.
"Please tell me you know what PVC pipes are," Sasha said, his voice replacing his nervous tones with more whiny ones. "I can't die under this sink surrounded by strangers. What happens if someone comes in here and needs to pee? Do you know how awkward that would be?"
