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She stared forward, unblinking, carefully studying his expression and reaction. Judging by the lack of a silly smile, Nigel was once again himself. Good. Although his lovestruck attitude in the last few moments WAS refreshing and entertaining, it was not Nigel. Elinor smiled, slowly at first, but when he looked up at her in utter confusion, a small bit of lipstick left on his lips from where he kissed her, it was priceless. She restrained a giggle for now.
"How do you feel?" Seemed an appropriate question. Elinor had never had Amortenia, or the antidote for that matter. Nor had she studied about it, so she had no idea what afteraffects there might have been. He seemed a little disoriented. She tried not to focus on how cute that was.
This is serious. This is no time for girlish indulgences.
She scooted all the way up to the edge of the desk, so the edge was touching her stomach. She figured she was allowed to be anxious for at LEAST another minute. "You alright?" she rephrased after a moment, trying to keep down the concern in her voice, as well as a possible off-handed attitude.
TOO MUCH PRESSURE.
He seemed to be okay... Just fuzzy. But seriousness would be impossible while his lips were stained with her lipstick. She reached over into her purse for a clean cloth without looking. She was too focused on Nigel... as always.
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