Impractically Broken

Chapter 11

Sal looked at the ground for a long time before quickly sprinting away. Tears were pouring down his face and he could barely see. Sal had never cried so much in his entire life, but it felt kind of good. The feeling of all of your emotions running down your face and disappearing into floor was really relaxing.

Stopping in his tracks, Sal took time to catch his breath. His heart was about burst open and he wanted to throw up. The soft sound of someone slowly walking behind Sal made him freeze in place. A large pair of arms wrapped tightly around Sal's frame and held him still.

"Are you okay?" Q's voice asked in a soothing tone. "You kinda...ran off."

A single tear rolled from Sal's eye. He couldn't speak, for a lump in his throat prevented him from doing so. Sal felt Q's grasp tightly and could hear someone dry heaving. Was Q going to vomit again? The dry heaving soon turned to a very wet gagging noise. Q had removed his arms from Sal's waist and was now on his hands and knees. Sal didn't dare look at him. He hated vomit.

The sound of something heavy and wet hitting the concert filled the air and made Sal's stomach churn. Three agonizing minutes went by before Q had completely emptied the contents of his stomach. He was panting loudly and still gagging, but nothing came up.

At least, not that Sal could see. A slimy tentacle had slowly worked its way up Q's esophagus and out his mouth. It split up into eight equal pieces and slowly slid towards Sal. Wrapping loosely around his leg, the cold tendril snaked up Sal's back and under his shirt.
ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠQuestion: Should this be a love story or no? Because... I mean, there are tentacles. I could work with this. Also that tentacle thing mentioned in this chapter is Q's tongue so... This originally was going to be a gay ship story but I scrapped the idea. Should it be though? I can't write the rest until I have an answer.