[ the door opens, and satoko goes down like a sack of potatoes.
still in her pajamas like this, it's hard to process just what's happened. her mind immediately focuses on the most pressing concerns: breathing, or at least trying to, and pushing herself to her hands and knees. when she does manage to draw a breath in, it's to say- ]
I'd prefer- [ a muffled, wet gasp. she coughs out, a surprising amount of blood tinging the spit that lands on the ground. ] I'd prefer not to, if it's all the same. Do you always greet your guests like a wild dog?
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still in her pajamas like this, it's hard to process just what's happened. her mind immediately focuses on the most pressing concerns: breathing, or at least trying to, and pushing herself to her hands and knees. when she does manage to draw a breath in, it's to say- ]
I'd prefer- [ a muffled, wet gasp. she coughs out, a surprising amount of blood tinging the spit that lands on the ground. ] I'd prefer not to, if it's all the same. Do you always greet your guests like a wild dog?