[ There's a blink, a soft pause, then a wet sound like choking, and Lunafreya knows she's out of time. The air smells putrid, alcohol and bile. Her toes feel wet, but she doesn't look just yet.
Well. That—that happened. Not the first time tonight, nor the last, but it's never really pleasant. ]
Do you feel a bit better now?
[ She does hand Hannah the bag, a bit of slime sliding off the side. Her tone stays gently, even as she walks--squeak squeak squeak, the squelching of her sandals--to fetch a washrag. ]
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Well. That—that happened. Not the first time tonight, nor the last, but it's never really pleasant. ]
Do you feel a bit better now?
[ She does hand Hannah the bag, a bit of slime sliding off the side. Her tone stays gently, even as she walks--squeak squeak squeak, the squelching of her sandals--to fetch a washrag. ]