"Probably?" Daria replied. "I think I just need to eat something. With sprinkles," she said, pronouncing the word carefully because it was one of Phoebe's favourites but she pronounced it 'spittles', and it wasn't a great look having your child ask everyone she met for 'spittles'.
Phoebe changed her tune from a chant of ice cream to a chant of spittles. Oh well, Daria thought, she'll get it eventually. Her legs folded underneath her sight narrowed down to tunnel vision, till all she could see was her hand on the floor as she tried to stop herself collapsing completely. She could hear Phoebe laughing through the rushing blood in her ears, and thought, maybe she thinks I'm playing hide and seek? But then her tunnel vision was completely overtaken by black.
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Date: 2014-04-01 05:07 am (UTC)From:Phoebe changed her tune from a chant of ice cream to a chant of spittles. Oh well, Daria thought, she'll get it eventually. Her legs folded underneath her sight narrowed down to tunnel vision, till all she could see was her hand on the floor as she tried to stop herself collapsing completely. She could hear Phoebe laughing through the rushing blood in her ears, and thought, maybe she thinks I'm playing hide and seek? But then her tunnel vision was completely overtaken by black.