[She'd been sick for years, certainly long enough to agree that being sick to any degree was no good. Especially at a festival like this one. She already felt out of place -- best not add to it by losing her meager lunch in front of everyone.]
[As he leaned up next to her, Angel felt the heat in her gut spike. Before she'd processed her thoughts, she found herself leaning closer to him. A smile crossed over her lips, and a brief smidgen of the heat in her stomach found its way to her cheeks.]
[Normally, she might have argued at his compliment -- the ports in her head made cut stand out, more freakish than stylish. But in her current, slipping frame of mind? She couldn't have cared less.]
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[She'd been sick for years, certainly long enough to agree that being sick to any degree was no good. Especially at a festival like this one. She already felt out of place -- best not add to it by losing her meager lunch in front of everyone.]
[As he leaned up next to her, Angel felt the heat in her gut spike. Before she'd processed her thoughts, she found herself leaning closer to him. A smile crossed over her lips, and a brief smidgen of the heat in her stomach found its way to her cheeks.]
[Normally, she might have argued at his compliment -- the ports in her head made cut stand out, more freakish than stylish. But in her current, slipping frame of mind? She couldn't have cared less.]
That is... sweet of you to say, my friend.