#pasanodin

          she isn’t nauseous. however, she does look rather pale, + her mouth tastes a bit like pennies. it’s more like she may pass out, really, more so than puke. (what an ugly word, she thinks briefly. puke. not that there’s a good word for the action. there shouldn’t be. but still.) “n-n-no, th-that-t’s-s n-not-t it ...” she looks down at her hands, shaking. she really hopes she doesn’t pass out. how embarrassing.

           she had never considered any facet of her personality smug. she’d just smiled, she thought, + it only three-fourths of the way faded. “p-p-pleas-se d-d-don-n’t d-do th-th-that-t ...?”