Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.
“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”
“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.
Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”
“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”
Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”
“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.
“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”
Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.
Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.
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