Re: gatsby: mingmei + solas
[Seated, he dropped his head between his knees and did his best not to get sick all over his feet and hers. His mind screamed against the change, resenting the utter lack that was his rounded ears.]
No. [Another gasp, another shudder. Every muscle in his body tensed as he swallowed back bile.
A distraction. He needed a distraction.] A story. Do you know any stories?