"You're fucking tripping me," Sanemi says gruffly, bloodshot eyes staring down at his platelette of ohagi before he snarls at you. "You threw up 'cuz of all that food you choked down. You're not pregnant."

But then there's none of that annoying mirth in your eyes, and you don't laugh, not like he thought you would. And his jaw starts to pulvarize the soft ohagi in his mouth to keep himself from doing something bloody.