A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya blinked, completely confused herself. Her brows furrowed and she watches the whole interaction, noting Rage's jumpiness. He really did seem jumpy... She closed her eyes and let out a cool, soft breath, reopening her purple eyes. 

Was she bothering Rage?

"You having some cake, too, Amaya-san?" Scythe probed.

She blinked again and nodded, returning to her cutting job. She sliced and sliced until everything was even and reasonably portioned. Everything totaled to...twelve slices. Wow. Quick. She didn't even have to think too much about it and bam. 

All done. 

With a shake of her head and an inward scowl, she huffed quietly and frowned. Why was she acting so differently now? Then...there was that familiar stomach churning from earlier. She flinched slightly. It twisted her stomach, tugging and pulling this way and that. It didn't hurt. Rather, it just moved and burned in an acidic way.

"I...I'll be right back," she quipped, ditching the cake and racing out of the kitchen and down the hall, only to stumble and slam into the bathroom wall. Shit. Not going well at all. How embarrassing.

Frowning at herself, she stood and huffed, clumsily closin the bathroom door and clumsily making her way to the toilet. Once there, she threw up.

Gracie

The three boys all stared after Amaya after she'd bolted out of the room. They sat in stunned silence.

"...Well," Scythe said. No malice or snobbish intent. Just awkward.

"It's probably a lady emergency," Awaji said absently, finally allowing Rage to settle him into a chair. Poutingly, but still allowing it.

"..." Rage looked at the doorway where Amaya had disappeared, hearing a thud. Something didn't seem right. Something was wrong. He didn't know what, but....

Scythe blinked. "Rage-kun?" He watched Rage hesitantly make his way toward the hallway. "I wouldn't disturb her. She is a girl - she needs privacy," he pointed out.

But there was an acrid tang to the air the closer Rage got, and he couldn't turn back. He came to the bathroom door. Stopped. Raised his hand. Stopped again.

Finally, out of concern, he knocked.