NAZLI DEMIRTAS.
βnah,β they grit their teeth and shake their head, squirming a little from sheer DISCOMFORT but staying steadfast in their resolve, βiβll be okay in a minute. itβs just a flare up.β they hoped, though they were fairly confident. itβs not the WORST itβs ever been, and theyβve gotten pretty good at judging when they need to panic, over the years. what hurts more is their PRIDE and having to admit temporary defeat in the first place ; they hadnβt been enjoying the party, exactly, but they did wish they were able to jump right back in. worse still is the fact they donβt want to sit through it alone, and it takes a long moment of obvious deliberation, but they finally manage, βwill you stay with me a bit, though? for company?β
β of your liver? itβs probably too late to tell you to stay away from the fireball then, huh. βΒ cho answered, her tone intending to sound light like she was aiming her rhetoric question to sound like a joke but failed. instead she cleared her throat to advert the attention and swiped up some paper towels nearby before handing it to them. β yeah, β she answered while already taking a seat on the floor beside them. β i was planning to anyway. βΒ her features softened momentarily, remnants of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips before her posture shot back up and straightened.Β β how are you liking the party? you know... before this. β










