*there's no consoling her, so panicked and confused about whats happening to her that his reassurance falls on deaf ears. mouth hanging uselessly open and stomach churning with regret, killua is at a loss. all he can do is flush the toilet again with a trembling hand and murmur,*
it wasn't the cake or the ice cream that's making you sick, it's... something nanika ate.
*before she can protest, he stammers,*
i-i'm sorry, alluka, i really am... but she insisted...
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Date: 2023-10-26 03:52 pm (UTC)it wasn't the cake or the ice cream that's making you sick, it's... something nanika ate.
*before she can protest, he stammers,*
i-i'm sorry, alluka, i really am... but she insisted...