"How do you feel?" Marcel asked while Arianna was hunched over the toilet.
It had taken a lot of persuasions to stop him from keeping her company in the toilet. She means, period poop smells bad, why would he want to inhale that horrible gas all in the name of love? Arianna wouldn't even do that for him… urm, maybe she would …. just a little… no, no, never.
Hence, they came up with a better solution, conversing through the phone. At least, he wouldn't breathe in her smelly poop and they could talk at the same time. See? Good thing he got her a phone.
"Better," Arianna replied, definitely not in the mood for talking, not when World War III seems to be taking place in her colon. However, Marcel was trying his best to show his support and she appreciated that.
