[Too late. There's another woman's snot on her hand now. Toko has instantly aged forty years.
She is trying to wrest that hand free, or at least bring it over to wipe on the ground or the girl's uniform, something that is not herself, when the praise comes.
Toko stares her down. Sorry, processing this through a few filters. Positive affirmations? This is...the ramblings of a drunk. That's all.]
...No. [She says wearily.] P-people tend to avoid me actually.
[It would be nice if you could follow suit?? Why are we holding hands? Why are you draped over her body? This is too intimate for her to endure.]
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[Too late. There's another woman's snot on her hand now. Toko has instantly aged forty years.
She is trying to wrest that hand free, or at least bring it over to wipe on the ground or the girl's uniform, something that is not herself, when the praise comes.
Toko stares her down. Sorry, processing this through a few filters. Positive affirmations? This is...the ramblings of a drunk. That's all.]
...No. [She says wearily.] P-people tend to avoid me actually.
[It would be nice if you could follow suit?? Why are we holding hands? Why are you draped over her body? This is too intimate for her to endure.]