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*Ana is not in her room, sleeping, reading, or playing music.

Ana is not anywhere with her keyboard, practicing her music.

Ana is not in the kitchen, though there is evidence she was eating there a bit ago.

No.

Ana is currently in the bathroom, puking her guts out.

Poor Ana*

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[how he managed to recognize her retching I'll never know, but this would be Luke, ignoring the fact that this is the lady's room and pushing the door open to crouch behind her and pull her hair away from her face]

*smiles at him briefly before dry heaving over the toilet*

[rubs at her shoulders a little] You all right...?

*spits a few times* Yeah... I think I just ate something nasty.

...This is exactly why I don't cook. [rubs her back for another second] ...Hang on, I'll be right back. [and off he goes.]

... *leans up against the wall while he goes, hands over her stomach*

[comes back a bit later with a glass of water, which he offers to her]

*takes it gratefully, spitting out her first few mouthfuls as she tries to get the taste out of her mouth*

[folds to a crouch near her, tugging the lower half of his pants up a little so they bunch at the knees] I'll make a note to not eat anything from the kitchen for a while. [reaches out to flush the toilet if she hasn't already]

... *just watches, one hand on her stomach*

... [reaches out to brush some of her hair away from her face] Still feel sick?

A little queasy, yeah.

[runs the backs of his fingers over her cheek a little, shifting to rest both of his hands on the fleshy area of her shoulders, kneading a little] Then we'll hang out here for a bit.

... hey, Luke... can you go get something out of my drawers?

[blinks] If you don't mind me rifling through your stuff, sure.

Third row from the left, second down. It's the only non-clothing thing in there.

[raises his eyebrow slowly] ...Should I be worried? [getting up already, though.]

Just checking something.

[scratches the back of his neck] 'Kay. [and off he goes.]

... *sits, mentally counting back days*

[wanders back a bit later, eying the booklet quizzically] The hell is this, babe? [offers it to her]

Me being psychic on when I should be irrationally bitchy. *takes it, flipping through it* ... I thought so, I have three more days.

[that eyebrow is raised again] ...uh-huh.

... you know how I do the week of "no sex tonight honey"? Just making sure that will happen this month and I'm not late.

[secretly, he uses that week to sleep normally.] ...Yeah. [scratches at his ear with a pinky] This thing runs on a schedule?