World-of-Animatricks

If there was one public place Zethany actually enjoyed attending, it was the comic book store. She and Tamizel made so many lovely memories there. So many saturdays spent annoying the employees because they wouldn’t buy anything. They just sat around on the floor in a corner in a heap of comics and issue volume collections, reading for hours and hours and spoiling series events for eavesdroppers and bystanders. For the last couple of months, the workers had begun denying Tamizel and Zethany entrance into the store unless they planned to purchase something. Since then, the back of the comic book store had been their casual hangout spot.

It was just a few petals at first, the pale white of gardenias, wet with saliva after a day of vigorous training. She thought nothing of it, flower petals floating around were frequent this time of year. That night as her thoughts wandered back to the young bunny girl and her fiery enthusiasm she coughed again, sitting up as she did the flower petals falling out in a scattered pile into her lap. Ximetri felt her chest tighten as she realized what was truly happening. She tried to swallow down the petals during the training sessions, finding she had to stop every so often to swallow down the blooming flowers that dug at her throat. Finding she