[ He opens his mouth to speak again, but instead, a choked sound comes out. He quickly covers his mouth, a pained look settling across his face. ]
I think I'm going to be sick.
[ His words are muffled behind his hand, but they're simple enough to decode. Especially as he tugs his arm free and rushes to exit the dining hall, presumably towards the nearest restroom. ]
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I think I'm going to be sick.
[ His words are muffled behind his hand, but they're simple enough to decode. Especially as he tugs his arm free and rushes to exit the dining hall, presumably towards the nearest restroom. ]