Enricho wobbled to his feet while Tussy helped him up. Still dazed, he managed to turn his head and meet Tussy's eyes. "The damned street kids pissed on me!" Enricho didn't realized he yelled this at the top of his lungs. His lack of awareness was not towards all the eyes that stopped to stare at his disheveled state. Enricho pushed off Tussy and ran off without another word. Enricho glanced quickly back at his good friend staring at his hands in disgust. "The Great Enricho will make it up to you!" He yelled as he continued running off.

FUCK! Now those strangers know my name! For once Enricho felt shame for announcing his self designated title.

Tussy watched Enricho get up and wobble. 'More like pissed on yourself...' he thought, which clearly showed on his face as he got a look from his friend suggesting daggers. Nevertheless, he was more than happy to help him, despite his ever increasing need to relieve his own bladder's storage function. As Enricho disappeared off, presumably to sort himself, Tussy entered the 12th Street Public Toilets to conduct business AND business.