"Not on my clean clothes!" I yank my pants out from under Orion's hovering form. "You know I have very little sympathy for you when you've been eating cat poop. That's disgusting. If you wouldn't eat cat poop you wouldn't be puking."
He hucks up a pile.
My brows are furrowed.
Puke pile two.
He's lining up for three.
"Okay, now I'm feeling sympathetic. Come on baby, just settle down."