03-12-2021, 04:53 AM
[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, WANDERER, COALITION OF THE CONDEMNED, 5 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Jormungand really continued to call her principessa, huh? If Aphra wasn't so sick at the moment, she probably would have commented on it - but alas, the woman was more focused on her nausea and stomach. "Shit, I dunno." Her words came out in a half-mumble, trying to make sure she wasn't going to throw up as she spoke. "It's m-morning sickness. Not something that I can control." At least, not that she knew of. If there was a way, she'd certainly appreciate hearing it. "Some water would be nice, I guess." I should be able to keep that down, at the very least. Hopefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]