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He knew he'd overindulged at the holiday party. It didn't help that everyone at the party had brought a dish to share with the whole station, especially since most of the food was quite rich and at least half the dishes were various desserts. Top all that off with glass after glass of gluhwein and you have a recipe for holiday food coma.
Füssli hiccuped, letting out a pathetic whine as he sprawled out on the couch in his tiny apartment. While he was usually a bit roly-poly to begin with, the poor man's belly had swollen so much that he looked like he was expecting twins. He was clearly uncomfortable but at the same time he felt no motivation to move from the couch.
Ohhh he hoped Walter didn't see…the last thing he needed was a round of teasing and scolding from him. He also didn't need Walter to know he was tipsy. The last time that happened, Walter pouted cold water on his head and dosed him with piping hot coffee. And he just wanted to spend time with Mitzi…
Ahh speaking of Mitzi…she wasn't here…she was spending the holidays with family. He missed her…he wished he had the phone number for her parents house so he could call her but he couldn’t remember if she’d written it down anywhere. Ohhh Mitziiiiii...come home…please…hurry…
Tears sprang into Füssli’s cocoa-colored eyes as he whimpered, rubbing his belly in a desperate attempt to ease the cramping but to no avail. How he wished he had some antacids that he could take to help with this pain…or even just some licorice.
Wait! He had some licorice drops in his coat pocket! Slowly, he eased himself to his feet and staggered over to his coat, fumbling through all the pockets. Alas, where his bag of licorice drops should be, he found a large hole in his coat pocket where the stitching had come loose. They must have fallen out on his walk home…