[h3][color=#FFCC66]Pent[/color][/h3]
[@BytheSpleen]

Pent was in his own world as he did everything in his power to will the stomach acid down his windpipe and back into his stomach where it belonged. Something caught his attention, however. Weakly turning to his right, he looked over at the young girl standing before his row's empty seat. His eyes widened behind his glasses as he noticed the bags, his hand slowly drawing away from his lips. [color=#FFCC66]"F-For m—"[/color]

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he felt something horrible welling up inside of him. Hastily, he snatched the stacked bags from the kind girl, and proceeded to retch inside of them. 

Pressing a paw to his forehead, Shinon thought to himself. [i][color=#46bddf]Oh no...[/color][/i] 

With another heave, and at last a dry-heave, Pent was finished. Carefully, he rolled up the paper bag, and sealed it within the plastic one before setting it down. Leaning back into his seat, he let out a relieved sigh before finally turning his sights upon his savior. [color=#FFCC66]"T-Thank you... That was... nice, of you."[/color] Closing his eyes, he took a few shallow breaths as he attempted to calm his nerves.

The aisle beside them was still surprisingly crowded with passengers. Many were having difficulties retrieving their luggage, causing a stoppage.

After a few moments, Pent opened his eyes with a slight smile crossing his pale visage. [color=#FFCC66]"Thank you. Thank you very much, I am in your debt. I'm Pent, by the way, and it's been a pleasure."[/color]