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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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... 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?

Yeah. Woman's monthly cycle. I'm pretty regular, so I should be having my period soon if... well, if the pills work.

[gives her a once-over, confused] ... [shrugs] Right. [tugs his pantlegs again and crouches, reaching out to play with her hair] You okay now?

... ask me in a week. *tugging on the hem of her shirt*

[tilts his head] ... I meant in terms of the spewing your guts, but 'kay.

I think so.

... [considers her for a while, brushing her hair away from her face again]

*smiles a bit at him*

[quirks his lips in something kind of like a smile, keeping the backs of his fingers lightly against her face] When you're done in here, we... kind of need to talk.

*blinks at him, surprised* What...?

[the smile broadens meekly for a second, before he drops his gaze from her and moves his hand, standing up] ...just what I said, babe. I need to talk to you. [you might note that he's not looking at her.]

... Luke... *looking right at him, hands shaking on the glass*

[turns his head back to her, blinking.] ... [gets it] --No! [laughs quietly, folding back to his knees and taking her hands] Not that kind of-- hell, babe. No. ...Well at least hopefully. You might have an inkling to kill me once or twice, but... No. You should know better than that.

.. *snorts* You weren't looking at me.