Hoose and Gorse (slightly slow updates sorry ;u;)

Hangover pains

Klick Klack! The sound of a cart being pulled out of the rest. "Come on Gorse!" Hoose called back to the taller, who was still in his pjs (a giraffe onesie), "ugh... i hate this-" Gorse was paused by the urge to throw up again. Dang, 15th time today. "Oh- not again Gorse do you-" Hoose was cut off by Gorse honking, "nO- No NO- i'm- fine- hnNn- i just need to- uh-" Hoose shrugged and walked into the grocery store "well uh- c'mon- i guess". He sighed. The two were on their way to the mayo, which coincidentally, was on the other side of the store. They passed the vegetable isle, where they smelled the disgusting carrots. "EWwWw- hnngGgGg-" Gorse grumbled. "Whyyy do people eat these thingggsss" Hoose hissed, looking up at the signs: left, condiments. Read a particularly threatening sign. Hoose looked at this sign, and as predicted, was quite threatened, but informed. "Hey Gorse! The particularly threatening sign says the condiments are this way!" Hoose pointed to the left. "Condi- wha??? I- hnn????" Gorse mumbled, only just realizing Hoose was talking to him. They headed towards the condiments, but on the way, they saw horse meat, why the hell is that in a store anyway? "... why..." Gorse stared in shock at the meat counter. "whY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO MY BRETHREN- AAAAAAAAA-" he honked in anger. Hoose looked at the monstrosity that is horse meat, "look how they massacred my boy..." Gorse continued to shriek in anger. The people behind the counter looked terrified. "I-I can't look any longer at this!" Hoose yelled and grabbed Gorse, dragging him towards the condiments. If you could see the butcher's face, he looked so ashamed. All of the sudden noise and what not gave Gorse a headache. "hhNNnGg- Ow- oW- AAaaAAaa- everything is pAIn-" The two finally got to the condiments, but was in their way, was a whole gosh darn aisle full of mustard. You could see Hoose's blush from space if you tried. Gorse looked up from his hands, clearly confused. "Oh boy- this is going to be a problem-" hoose mumbled. Hoose bit his lip in nervousness, as a mother and her child were walking past them. Hoose swore he could hear the mother say "Don't look over there, Timmy, there are some bad things that shouldn't be seen" and covering the child's eyes. By now, Gores had caught on, and just sighed in a disapproving manner. "Hoose- you're better than this." he grumbled. Hoose looked back at Gorse with the 'you know i'm not better than this' face. He looked towards the ground and sprinted out of the mustard section, Gorse wobbling behind. "hoOSe WaIt- AcK-" there was a THWAP! Noise heard from behind, followed by Gorse grumbling. Hoose wanted to get out of there, and fast. He spotted the mayo aisle, and stared with a face that said 'I am speed'. Hoose looked down the whole dang mayo wall, before spotting the all important, yellow label, grade a, cage free, mayonnaise (50% off!) he grabbed it and yeeted it into the cart. When Gorse finally stopped puking on the floor and got himself together, he saw the mayonnaise in the cart. Dear lord was he glad he had a faithful boyfriend who is turned on by mustard. He stumbled over to Hoose and said excitedly: "Nani??? You found it?!" Hoose nodded in reply. The two stumbled their way to checkout, where the cashier was so confused on why they had bought only mayonnaise, but they now knew why there was screeching near the meat aisle. After waiting very patiently, through all the struggle and headache, Gorse was finally able to recover from his hangover, from making very bad decisions on his 21 birthday. yay!