[ maybe cold is the right word, after all. cold and methodical... zero just grins through a slightly bloody mouth. ] Zero. Come on, this is nothing. I've had a hell of a lot worse, I'd tell you about it but it might even make you hurl.

[ she has the vague awareness that making her new love of her life vomit from queasiness probably isn't the right way to go about things, which is actually more consideration than she'd give to male lovers. she may as well vomit right at guys' feet, feel relatively indifferent towards them if they'd do the same to her, and then climb right on top of them afterwards.

but she cared less about guys than she did reisen, so-- ] Anyway. The important thing is-- [ she wipes blood-stained white petals from the corner of her mouth, looking vaguely nauseous still. ] Hey. I'm Zero.

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