starter for: @quibblist.
she felt queasy , overwhelmingly so . it was probably because of what’d happened the night before . & no , she wasn’t pregnant . it’d just been head . drunken head with a nine out of ten . but now she felt ... dirty , almost . was that guilt weighing heavy on such small shoulders as she wandered through to the kitchen to join howl for breakfast lunch ? probably . she tiptoes in , her hair tied up in wonky , half - assed pigtails as she slumped down across from him , her chin coming to rest against the table top . ‘ i think i’m dying . ‘ ( from guilt or the hangover , machiko ? )













