James looks towards Sean. "There is no way I'm letting you throw up in here. C'mon." He grabs the others upper arm with a firm but gentle grip, hauling him to the bathroom. "I'm getting you some water, and try not to make a mess." He says, glancing at Sean.
Sean yanks his arm from James, "I can walk thanks." He snaps and hauls himself into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
James rolls his eyes before starting on his brother, getting some meds and water for the male in the bathroom. Alfred sunk into his bomber jacket, his blue eyes saddened. James sighs, ruffling his hair gently, "Just ask Oliver when he gets back if there's something other than baking you can do." he says, walking towards the bathroom.
Sean heaves a few times into the toilet, coming up pale and sweaty.
"Oi, kid. Mind if I come in?" He asks curiously, holding the drink and holding the meds.
"Leave me alone. I dont need help." He snaps
"Alright. But the water and meds are by the door." He says, pulling away.
"Tch. I dont need them." He snaps again, standing straight and walking to the sink
"Uh huh." He leaves, returning to the kitchen to help his little brother to clean the kitchen.
Sean walks out, scratching the top of his head, picks up the meds and water without taking them and drops them on the counter of the bakery
Argo ran a hand through his messy hair, anxiety creeping through him. God, he really had blown it with Yeon. And he was doing so well. He went to say something but the bus pulled up as he did. He breathed a small sigh of relief. "Still want to see the hotel?" he asked hopefully
Yeon’s grin trickled slowly back onto his lips. He nodded, looking up slightly at Argo. “Of course,” He said, like it was completely obvious. “And hey, man, I don’t discriminate, yeah? I don’t care who the hell you are, what race or whatever, I don’t discriminate. I know how it feels, y’know? God, if I had a dollar for how many times I’ve heard something along the lines of ‘You know where Castro’s hiding all his old missiles?’, I’d be a goddamn rich man. The Castro family isn’t even in power anymore,” he added on with a low chuckle.
(Eeee the last little part about Castro family not in power is true, my family had a goddamn party with balloons and everything when we heard lmaooooo)
(Oml lol)
Argo breathed a small sigh of relief, a small smile crossing his face. “Gods, you don’t know how wonderful it is to hear that,” he said before moving to get onto the bus
James was scolding Alfred still, the blonde looking completely bored at the moment. "I'm back!" A happy voice calls. "What in the name of… WHAT HAPPENED?!" The strawberry blonde was staring at the area around him, the exploding cupcakes, the smears of frosting. "ALFRED FLYNN JONES!!"
"RUN! Bitch! Run!" Sean yells, laughing at the blondes
Alfred took the advice seriously, bolting out of the cafe, an angry strawberry blonde running after him, wielding a knife. James raises an eyebrow before facepalming, "You've gotta be kidding me. Not again." He groans.
(Oml lol)
Argo breathed a small sigh of relief, a small smile crossing his face. “Gods, you don’t know how wonderful it is to hear that,” he said before moving to get onto the bus
Yeon gave a lazy shrug and continued smiling as he followed Argo onto the bus. He slid into a seat more towards the back, eyes glancing around in a slightly wary manner.
Argo sat next to him, ducking his head to try and avoid hitting it on the roof of the bus. He hit it anyways, wincing slightly as he rubbed his forehead. "Damn ceilings," he muttered, pouting the slightest bit
Yeon stifled a sharp laugh, nose scrunching as he did so. “Aw, pobre bebé. You want me to kiss it better?” He asked in a joking tone, shoulders slouched in a relaxed way as he leaned back in his seat.
Argo turned to him, sticking his tongue out at him indignantly. "You try being 6'2" and having to live in a place where everything is so damn small," he huffed, crossing his arms almost theatrically
“Let me guess, did you have the ceilings raised in your hotel room or something? Get a big king sized bed or some shit for those long limbs?” Yeon joked, nudging Argos’s leg with his own as he spoke.
Argo could feel his face heat up again at Yeon's touch. "No, almost everything in the hotel was big before I got there. My boss is about seven feet tall, and how much sense would it make to hit your head on everything in your own establishment?" He fell quiet for a moment, fiddling with his bowtie as he stared at the floor. "But yes, I do have a rather large bed," he added quickly
“Seven feet? Oh my god, that’s tall as hell!” Yeon exclaimed, his dark eyes big. “And that’s good to know, the bed thing,” he continued in a flirtatious tone, winking at Argo. Yeon had never been much of the relatinship type, mostly just having one night stands. He would admit that he had a problem with commitment.
Argo's face flushed a deeper red, and he rubbed at his face again. Oh god, what had he gotten himself into? He didn't know how to flirt back at people! "Maybe, um. Maybe you could see it later?" he said slowly, internally cursing himself at the horrible attempt at flirting
Yeon grinned up at Argo, stifling a chuckle at his awkward flirting. Lord, it was adorable. “Mm, sounds amazing. No taking that offer back,” he said, eyes glancing Argo’s figure over.
Argo didn't thing his face could get any redder. He had to resist the urge to bury his face in his hands, so he held them tightly in his lap. "Okay," he nearly squeaked out