mm. hah, fumi .. fumiko.
( watching her hand come up, only to force those thin fingers between her lips. she gags instantly, her reflex relatively weak. )
No , no .. you're not sick , you're fine . We're fine . If you're soo sick ...
— Fumiko leans even closer to whisper in her ear, licking the shell while with her free hand pushing two fingers up Asa's lips. She turns to smile at the girl with her usual grin.
Then puke .