F-fuck, dude! We can't just piss here, can we? The siren's loud, but...!
she giggles we could always find somewhere outside
I don't think that's a good idea. There's a twister coming!
He pouts slightly. Besides, it's too cold out there. We'll freeze to death!
she crosses her legs I’m trying not to
Damien sighs. He's uncomfortable, his legs itching to release pent-up pressure. He glances around the small basement, realizing the lack of privacy.
Ugh... there's nowhere to go. The siren's so loud; if we go outside, we'll get caught.
she was trying to hold it yeah I know….
You're gonna hold it that long? That's insane, dude...
Damien sighs, shifting uncomfortably.
...Can't you just let it out a little? It's not like anyone's gonna hear us down here.
she goes outside and pees on the grass
He follows her outside.
Uh, really? It's tornado season, idiot. You're going to get struck by lightning or something!
He stands behind her and watches as she pees on the grass.
I mean.. it’s not like we have a choice, is it? looking around anxiously
I know, I know. It's just that... I can't just pee on the floor of a stranger's house!
He looks around frantically, trying to find anything that could work as a makeshift toilet.
she crosses her legs yeah that would be rude..
I'm not worried about being rude, I'm worried about pissing my pants! We've been in here for hours and I really gotta go, man!
He shifts uncomfortably, groaning softly.
well there’s no bathroom downstairs… she bites her lip nervously
Damnit, I know that.
Damien groans in frustration, shifting his weight as he glances around the dimly lit basement. It's cramped, with boxes and random furniture pushed against the walls. No bathroom in sight. He turns back to you, his expression conflicted.
she shrugs I mean… it’s not like we can just go outside
Yeah, but-!
Damien cuts himself off as he glances around the basement, desperate to find a solution. He grimaces as he leans back against the wall, his hands clenching into fists.
Ugh, there's got to be something we can use…!
she looks around frantically there’s nothing here..
He sighs and rubs his face. Yeah, this is bad. Well, we're just gonna have to find somewhere quiet. Maybe outside?
she looks around well there’s no bathroom so…
It's not exactly an ideal situation, is it?
Damien grimaces at the thought of relieving himself in the cramped basement space. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling the pressure building inside him.
she blushes well..I mean I don’t see any other option..
He groans, feeling incredibly embarrassed. The thought of peeing in front of his friend is so humilating he'd rather die.
Well... I guess you're right. It's either that or hold it until the storm passes.
He glances at her, trying to gauge how she feels about the situation.
she looks around we’ll have to find something to use as a toilet
I-I know, right? There's nothing down here. It's just some old boxes, tools, and a couple old chairs.
He shifts uncomfortably, his jeans feeling tighter by the second.
yeah I guess we have to find somewhere outside
Damien sighs, reluctantly leaving the basement. He looks around the dark, stormy night.
There has to be a tree or something... We can't just piss out in the open like animals.
I mean...we could go behind the stairs or something?
I guess that's better than peeing on the floor. But still, it sucks ass. I can't believe there's no bathroom down here.
she looks around well there’s only one option
Damien looks around as well, taking in their surroundings. "And that is...?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
she whines I hate this..I really have to go..
He sighs, frustrated.
I know you do. But what're we supposed to do? It's not like there's a bathroom down here.