[Evil Tink]

Kali was truly at a loss for words, "I...T-thank you." She continued to stare at the painting, really hesitant to accept it. She had become quite the skilled scenery artist, but now she felt like she was just put to shame by the sheer skill in this painting. She almost wanted to hyperventilate...but could not embarrass herself like that...but in the cruel world they lived in, some other force had a weird way of making her do that.

Kali suddenly, but carefully, put the painting down, her eyes frittering about as her hands quickly tore through her pockets. Her breathing became more labored as her asthma decided to be a bitch and act up. She prayed that Zac would not think it was from the painting, as it was not. It was not uncommon for her to have a random attack at just the wrong moment. And of course, she left her inhaler at home. Of course.

She glanced around for the nearest couch, helping herself to it. She lay back to give her as much room in her lungs as she could while she took the deepest breaths she was aloud. She placed her hand on her head, knowing by now she looked like a fool; the art nerd who needs to carry around a stupid inhaler because of her lame ass lungs. Marvelous.