Re: kitchen
Allen winced at the verbal burn and then the look of disbelief on Quistis's face. That was like telling Komui no coffee or robots for that duration of time. She was glad the man wasn't here despite the fact a familiar face would be welcome. That damn headache had reached near unbearable levels just as the stinging in her jaw spiked. As she took a sip of coffee she had a pause and cup her mouth.
What the hell, fangs? She ran her tongue over them experimentally and wondered why she seemed to have expected this to happen eventually.