[she glares at him from over the open bag. mainly because it's more or less her default look ever since her change from second-best track star to second-best devilman. but, this guy's not backtracking on his offer, and to her the challenge still stands, so
here goes nothing.
she upturns the bag into an open mouth, downing the powder all in one go. which, honestly, was a bad idea.
Miko coughs, sputtering a bit as she accidentally inhales some of the leftover particles, hand to her throat. but after a moment or two of catching her breath she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.]
It tastes like dust. [but then, she plops to the ground, reaching forward in the cooler to take another packet, tearing it open.] But it gets the job done.
[though for someone like her, one packet of flavourless powder isn't going to cut it. she's found it increasingly difficult to be satisfied.]
no subject
here goes nothing.
she upturns the bag into an open mouth, downing the powder all in one go. which, honestly, was a bad idea.
Miko coughs, sputtering a bit as she accidentally inhales some of the leftover particles, hand to her throat. but after a moment or two of catching her breath she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.]
It tastes like dust. [but then, she plops to the ground, reaching forward in the cooler to take another packet, tearing it open.] But it gets the job done.
[though for someone like her, one packet of flavourless powder isn't going to cut it. she's found it increasingly difficult to be satisfied.]
It's not going to kill you.