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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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[Luke has a sixth sense for this shit. cue his psychic ability and knocking on the door to aforementioned bathroom]

*that is her cue for another, rather hard expulsion of bile*

[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*

[knocks on the door, hearing her and a bit concerned]

...Hello?

*groans, and gags again*

Um... Excuse me? Are you okay?

[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*

Of course not.

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

...Can I help?

A little queasy, yeah.

*her next words are cut off by her retching, hard]

...I'll be right back. [goes to get something]

[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.

[Asch doesn't like the sound of people throwing up, but he'll decide to follow the noise, and go into the bathroom.]

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

*well, all she can do is wait and gag*

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