[There's no reason to check a mirror unless something is wrong and the fingertip upon his nose suggest where something is amiss. Heine brushes her hand aside and eases his way toward a wall mirror lighting up with surprise when the blue blush is seen.]
What the hell?
[Instinctively he tries wiping it off to no success. It continues growing outward staining most of face with a vibrant shade of blue; almost like-- a blueberry? Worse and unmentioned is that sense of fullness in his stomach and ache of arousal stirring; the two affects associated with that drink.]
no subject
and eases his way toward a wall mirror lighting up with surprise when the blue blush is seen.]
What the hell?
[Instinctively he tries wiping it off to no success. It continues growing outward staining most of face with a vibrant shade of blue; almost like-- a blueberry? Worse and unmentioned is that sense of fullness in his stomach and ache of arousal stirring; the two affects associated with that drink.]
What was in that-- drink?