('kay :3 )<br/><br/>Leila huffs in exasperation, looking down somewhat. She doesn't speak any more, instead focussing on forcing down the building anger in her mind. Why couldn't she show this one human that she cared?! She gets to her feet and walks through to the kitchen, grabbing and soaking a sponge. "Heads up, Sai. I'm sending in a sponge. Move back a little from my throat so it doesn't hit your face and make you hate me more." And with that, she tosses the sponge into her mouth and swallows it down.<br/><br/>Sai would find the stomach to be warm, slimy, soft, pink, and somewhat smooth... Not like the ordinary depiction of a stomach, which would be a wrinkled sack for food to be stuffed into, but smooth and soft, designed to cradle things carefully within itself as much as it is to destroy them. There was enough room for Sai to sit cross-legged in the centre without touching the walls or the ceiling, but if Eric had been in there with her again, she'd have to be leaning against at least one wall.