An hour or so later, RJ was suddenly startled awake by some cold water splashing on him. Sputtering he opened his eyes. "W-What the he-" He stopped short as he discovered he was no longer on the couch. In fact, wherever he was, it was damp, extremely cramped, warm, and moving. It didn't take him long to realize he was trapped inside a stomach.
"H-Hey! Lemme out!" He exclaimed, pounding on the stomach walls. Outside, Misuto was busy rinsing the glass she'd just used off, and gave her stomach a gentle pat. While RJ was sleeping, her instincts had gotten the better of her and she'd swallowed him down, legs first. Now that he was waking up, she wasn't too surprised that he was squirming around.
"Settle down RJ-san." Misuto said, letting out a soft belch from the gas worked up by the squirming. "You're safe as long as you don't make my stomach act up." She murrs a bit as she walked around, unpacking her things.
RJ groaned. "Seriously, you couldn't even wait a whole day before eating me?" He stopped pushing against the walls for now, hoping Misuto's stomach would at least stay dormant. While he was more annoyed than frightened so far (Misuto seemed genuine enough in just wanting to hold onto him for a while) he'd rather not be stored someplace that smelled like digested meat.
Over the next several minutes, Misuto and RJ chatted a bit as she unpacked, mostly just getting more acquainted. RJ had a general idea of how much time was passing, and couldn't help but wonder just how long Misuto was planning on holding onto him...
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