A Dash of Chili Powder

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[I'm trying to bring out the Gobi. ><]

Amaya slapped her small hands onto the bowl of the white porcelain toilet, her stomach swirling and pounding like some force was beating it as if it were a drum. The acidic vomit wormed its way up, stinging and burning as it went. She coughed, groaning softly at the tingling pain in her throat. 

This was strange and wrong. Another vomit run.

Why? What was going on in her body? Did she eat something bad? No, because...she only had a couple of hard candies and a cookie. Did she get poisoned? No... She would have known a long time ago. 

Then...what?

She held onto the bowl as tightly as she could, a knock at the door forcing another sharp, acidic round of vomit into the toilet. All she wanted to do was go off and break something, or continue throwing up. By the sound of it, it was Rage... He didn't talk at all and if anyone else was knocking, they'd ask.

Sliding off to the side, collapsing against the white bath tub, Amaya huffed quietly and gave a weak cough. "What?" she squeaked, her chest on fire. Her stomach ached as it flipped, flopped, churned, and lurched. She shook her head to clear it, trying to ignore all the problematic feelings in her gut.

Worst case scenario, she thought viciously, the Gobi was trying to surface. That wouldn't be good at all.

She sincerely hoped that wasn't the case.

Gracie

The weak answer Rage received from the other side of the bathroom door made him alarmed and worried. Those feelings grew when, before he could try the door, a...he didn't know what to call it. Something dark was oozing its way into his senses. An aura. Bad aura.

Rage tried the door handle, but it was locked - it did that automatically, apparently, since he didn't remember hearing Amaya lock it. He knocked on the door with the side of his fist, more urgently. Would he have to break down a door after only one hour of living here?

[Should Rage...seal her or what? O_O'' The Gobi coming out in the apartment would be very bad. O3O;; Poor Ami!!]