"Huh... What're you talking about..." Zoka asked but got his answer
when he felt his throat burning inside out. "Ugh... You got any
milk... or something." He asked while he tried to get air into his
lungs through the burning sensation.
"Nope... Sorry. But hey the water is pretty clean if you want some.
Or I could spray you with water. " Okin suggested as he calmly ate
his sweet paste. He pointed at the water they had come through.
"Are you insane!? Water would only make it worse!" Zoka shouted at
Okin. I would be sure he did this on purpose if he had known I
don't like spicy food... He ate some bread without the paste to
try to wash the taste from his mouth. It wasn't helping much.
"Really? ...Thanks." Zoka accepted the bread and took a bite from
it. After chewing for a while he felt the same hotness spread
through his mouth once again. He spit the bread to the ground and
turned to glare at Okin. He threw the remaining bread in his hand
at Okin, "You're pure evil you know that!"