"Nah, dawg, I'm breezy." He waves a hand and then runs it through his hair, spiking up the matted bedhead from the Toad hat. "I be taking my shots when I'm thirsty 'nuff."

He leans over the edge of the rope railing, seeing none of their competitors immediately - are they that far ahead? Then he sees that no, in fact, there are bodies in the ball pit, people he recognizes, kids he recognizes, and he feels his stomach clench and the back of his throat tighten. Nothing seems less appealing than putting something in his mouth right now. He closes his eyes and tries to fight back the nausea.

It comes out tears ringing his eyes, creeping over those strawberry blonde lower lashes, but he wipes them away before turning back to Gary, who seems preoccupied with the water bottle at the moment.