[ he looks so darn pathetic with his barfing and nervousness and mud all over his face that she finds herself quickly feeling bad for him instead of vaguely grossed out. She also finds herself quickly reconsidering her desire for dry land if the payment is going to be drinking something that nasty. ]
Drink what's inside? What is inside, exactly? [ a hesitant pause. Kurisu was about to offer him something to clean his face off with, but she's lacking anything not covered in mud, herself. ] ... Are you okay? Maybe you should sit down.
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Drink what's inside? What is inside, exactly? [ a hesitant pause. Kurisu was about to offer him something to clean his face off with, but she's lacking anything not covered in mud, herself. ] ... Are you okay? Maybe you should sit down.