Mori: Good morning, Mitsukuni. What should we have for breakfast?
Honey: Takashi, I don't want any breakfast. My tummy hurts.
Honey: Takashi, I don't want any breakfast. My tummy hurts.
My head is spinning, and I feel terribly nauseated. I don't think I could eat a thing.
Typically, Camilo, being a teenage boy with a very physically-taxing Gift, would be ravenous at meals, while the rest of the clan would have reasonable portions. However, today he had the same as everyone else; in fact, less than the rest of the family. Knowing this would be met with questions and concern, he shifted into Sabrina and sat at the end of the table, away from the other family members.
Truth be told, Camilo didn't even want to be out of bed; he had woken up feeling lightheaded and nauseated, and wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and curl up for a long nap.
Truth be told, Camilo didn't even want to be out of bed; he had woken up feeling lightheaded and nauseated, and wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and curl up for a long nap.
Akiho: I think you might be getting sick.
Rosemary: Is this permanent?! Will I ever be able to eat again?
Rosemary: Is this permanent?! Will I ever be able to eat again?
