On the bright side, she doesn't snap at him for returning to bitching. Maybe it's because her voice sounds a little thick when she finally, carefully responds.]
...Yes. I pick bad berry.
[Petrichor grimaces down at her hands, which have gone a little more limp around the wrists, then she experimentally rolls her shoulder.]
Ngh. Not be eating that again. Hands be starting to feel as electricity. Ah, numb? [She thinks that might be the right word.] Berry affecting fast for being so small.
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On the bright side, she doesn't snap at him for returning to bitching. Maybe it's because her voice sounds a little thick when she finally, carefully responds.]
...Yes. I pick bad berry.
[Petrichor grimaces down at her hands, which have gone a little more limp around the wrists, then she experimentally rolls her shoulder.]
Ngh. Not be eating that again. Hands be starting to feel as electricity. Ah, numb? [She thinks that might be the right word.] Berry affecting fast for being so small.