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A green tint colors her paled cheeks and she puts a hand over her gurgling stomach. She glared over at the offending item; a plate with a horribly prepared pasta. But she had tried to be a nice friend. Now she was regretting it. She was pretty sure her friend had given her food-poisoning. She rested her head on the table as another wave of nausea overrode her senses. "I'm gonna have to tell her..." She muttered with agony and frowned. "I hope that she won't be too upset. But I can't let her make others sick too." Krys sighed.

"Hey. My name is Krys." A young girl with blonde hair and a peculiar set of feline ears set atop her head smiled and waved. Her hazel-brown eyes looked like pools of warm milk chocolate as joy filled them. "It's nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends." She offered a hand to shake, her fingers calloused along the edges where her pencil rests while she writes and her hands strangely soft for someone who does manual work. Her fingernails are all uneven, some chewed to shortness. Her smile is a bit crooked, but endearing in a way.