Enmu— ACCIDENT

IDK what’s wrong with me. Just… go along with it.

Enmu was… uncomfortable. He was sitting alone in the armchair in his room, squirming somewhat desperately, looking like he was gonna mess himself. Which, unfortunately, was the truth. His leg bounced restlessly, erratically, and he crossed his legs. Then uncrossed them. Then crossed them again. Then uncrossed them. Then, abruptly stood up as he felt his bowels and bladder reach their limits. Unfortunately, the sudden movement made his body force him to relieve himself. In his room. In his PANTS. Fuck.