Chiko blushed at her remark. He didn't want to eat, but he didn't want to offend her. Well, at least for a while he could feign post-fight nausea, till that was a no longer viable option. Being left alone in her living room was the worst feeling ever. He immediately felt like an intruder, like he shouldn't be there, and his emotions became so wild he nearly got up and left. Luckily, Robyn wasn't gone long enough to let that happen. "I-I what?" he stammered, lifting his hand to touch the tip of his ears where Robyn's hand has just been. What was that about? Had his ears always been like that? He didn't recall ever having pointy ears but... well maybe he just never noticed? "Uh, yeah," Chiko murmured, before clearing his throat, "we should probably get started." He stuffed the band-aids back in his bag and traded them for paper and a pencil.
The next period of time was devoted to school and Robyn forcing him to snack on various sweets. Two and a half hours of snacking on foods you may as well be terribly allergic two eventually amounted to one thing; Chiko running up the stairs, half tripping, to the bathroom in order to vomit it all up. He felt bad leaving without a word, but nausea overrode the guilt of leaving her alone. He slammed the door behind him, accidentally, and slumped down by the toilet.
{again I sincerely apologize for the short length, I promise I'm trying}

