[ Without missing a beat, almost as if puking up literal guts wasn't out of the ordinary— ]
Yup.
[ Somehow, someone happening upon him throwing up a heart isn't the worst part — he feels leagues more vulnerable with his mask off and it always feels like being caught with his pants down or something. It's embarrassing, it makes his heartbeat quicken (guess that means his own heart is still inside him?) and it makes him break out into a cold sweat.
Or maybe that's from the puking.
That voice is familiar, though. His shoulders jerk, instinctively ready to turn to face who stumbled upon him, but remembers that he's faceless right now and remains hunched over like a gremlin. It takes a couple of dry heaves before he can speak again. ]
Not mine. Don't worry.
[ But the heart keeps on beating, and he swears it's picking up the pace along with his own. ]
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Yup.
[ Somehow, someone happening upon him throwing up a heart isn't the worst part — he feels leagues more vulnerable with his mask off and it always feels like being caught with his pants down or something. It's embarrassing, it makes his heartbeat quicken (guess that means his own heart is still inside him?) and it makes him break out into a cold sweat.
Or maybe that's from the puking.
That voice is familiar, though. His shoulders jerk, instinctively ready to turn to face who stumbled upon him, but remembers that he's faceless right now and remains hunched over like a gremlin. It takes a couple of dry heaves before he can speak again. ]
Not mine. Don't worry.
[ But the heart keeps on beating, and he swears it's picking up the pace along with his own. ]