[Her thoughts slip through her fingers like sand as she nibbles on the cake. It's delicious and anything except for its sweet flavor feels haze and unimportant. MOMO can't place it but she's never felt like this before.]
A little tired.
[She admits as she licks the icing from her fingers.]
Why do you ask?
[It takes another moment for the effects of the food to hit her. MOMO begins to swap in her chair and for the first time she looks a little bit like a doll with a blank expression reflected in her deep amber eyes.]
no subject
A little tired.
[She admits as she licks the icing from her fingers.]
Why do you ask?
[It takes another moment for the effects of the food to hit her. MOMO begins to swap in her chair and for the first time she looks a little bit like a doll with a blank expression reflected in her deep amber eyes.]
Majima. I don't feel so good.