[ At least Chizuru doesn't question Prompto's little Promptoisms. Instead she's way too busy mentally thanking whoever taught him that he should be drinking a lot in situations like these. After all, if he wasn't doing as much, then his condition certainly could have been worse by now..
She stares at the other chair at the kitchen table for a moment though, wondering.. whether it's okay to sit.. You know, as if she has to be told that's okay, for whatever reason.
Chizuru seems to win over her shyness and over-the-top politeness though. At least enough to sit down for a moment as well, not too far away from him. ]
That's also good to hear. [ She at least confirms that much with a small smile - but of course she can't leave it at just that. Not if she wants to figure out what might be wrong with him, even if it means asking some slightly uncomfortable questions. ] So how often do you end up throwing up..?
[ And this is still Chizuru innocently, no, blissfully thinking we're still talking about regular vomit, mind you. ]
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She stares at the other chair at the kitchen table for a moment though, wondering.. whether it's okay to sit.. You know, as if she has to be told that's okay, for whatever reason.
Chizuru seems to win over her shyness and over-the-top politeness though. At least enough to sit down for a moment as well, not too far away from him. ]
That's also good to hear. [ She at least confirms that much with a small smile - but of course she can't leave it at just that. Not if she wants to figure out what might be wrong with him, even if it means asking some slightly uncomfortable questions. ] So how often do you end up throwing up..?
[ And this is still Chizuru innocently, no, blissfully thinking we're still talking about regular vomit, mind you. ]