【 nosy 】:
she’s content to leave it at that. it’s no skin off her nose if he wants to keep lying to himself; he probably has his reasons and she’s happier to keep out of DRAMA. ❝ hm. thanks for the grub, ❞ rin responds, turning to continue on her way and cease any other curiosities about yubaba’s right hand man. but just before she can turn the corner and make it out of earshot, she hears the THUMP and pivots just in time to see haku scraping pale hands at his stomach like something’s trying to eat its way out of him. so much for a peaceful lunch break.
gritting her teeth and glancing around (everyone else seems too busy to notice), rin heads over to haku. she doesn’t have an inkling as to what is wrong with him, but she knows who would.
❝ come on. i’ll take you to kamaji. ❞
Again, with this--the feeling was too familiar to him now: the sudden, clenching ache in his belly, as of fangs wreaking havoc against his insides, and a thick, long obstruction rolling against the muscles until it BURNED, and he ached to cough it up--no, not here. Not now. Not with Lin so close--
--she’s so close, and he realizes that he barely noticed for the building pressure in his gut. It’s embarrassing, to have his inferiors take notice, but he knows better than to make a scene. Without another word, he steadies himself against the wall, and nods with a tight jaw as he continues to clasp as his abdomen. The last person that he wanted to speak with about this was the Boilerman. He’d always spoken from a place so far above Haku, it felt shameful to show his weakness to anyone, much less him, and this woman...but if he was lucky, within the next few minutes, it would subside...or it may take hours. ❝ ...No. Just take me to my room. ❞

















