[She probably cannot?? She has a stutter, has he not noticed?
What she does do is roll her eyes to the heavens. That is yet another mental image she does not need. His own power, while blissfully ineffectual on living things, still conjures up its own garish scenarios. No wonder he was rife with stories about flying limbs.]
Th-that's just "explode" with an extra letter! [It's not even clever? Not that she'd expect clever from anything to do with this guy. Or superheroes as a whole. She's not twelve, why the hell should she be entertaining this drivel?] Am I the only p-person from a sane universe? If it's not knights, or spaceships, or magic..."firebending"...talking d-dogs...
[She doesn't even finish the thought. It's too much. Her poor head. Her poor, sweet, mundane brain. Toko rubs at her face, reaching beneath her glasses to drag every inch of skin down. If only she could peel her face off and die. Right here. Just be done with it. Oof, this headache too.]
I don't...buddy? [It's hard to get a word in edgewise. Toko blinks at him blearily. Who would she call a "buddy" here? Anakin? No, she'd die if he saw her like this, she's already made herself a fool in front of him once. He couldn't forgive her a second time. Maybe Cal? He's dopey enough to let this situation slide. And Sylvain at least reached out to her. Let her speak her mind about their situation. And that jerk Dimitri. Ardbert was kind, but so composed, she'd feel just as mortified stumbling onto his doorstep as she would Anakin's.
She misses Komaru. Oh, that hurts. She misses her. Her first and only friend, and now she's how many lightyears away in some kind of twisted Wonderland. Gone through the Looking Glass.
Now all she has to rely on is Sir Rex Splode. And his, uh. Friend.]
I. Well. I dunno. I wouldn't l-like someone flying at my f-face... [Is she blushing? Her face feels hot. Boys don't pay her this much attention unless they're calling her names, or shooting paper wads at her. Or grilling her in a class trial. Just to be safe, she edges away another step. This guy is too much of everything all at the same time, and the booze is making it that much harder to string her thoughts together. She can scarcely rebuke him without getting brow beat by a monologue. They were at each other's throats just five minutes ago, why is this happening?] Will you leave me alone if I s-say yes?
[And now he — is he implying that he'd keep calling her a bitch if she doesn't give him a name?
There is a long pause. She needs space to give him a most incredulous look.]
..........
...........
...F-fukawa.
[That's all he's getting. It's more than he deserves.]
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What she does do is roll her eyes to the heavens. That is yet another mental image she does not need. His own power, while blissfully ineffectual on living things, still conjures up its own garish scenarios. No wonder he was rife with stories about flying limbs.]
Th-that's just "explode" with an extra letter! [It's not even clever? Not that she'd expect clever from anything to do with this guy. Or superheroes as a whole. She's not twelve, why the hell should she be entertaining this drivel?] Am I the only p-person from a sane universe? If it's not knights, or spaceships, or magic..."firebending"...talking d-dogs...
[She doesn't even finish the thought. It's too much. Her poor head. Her poor, sweet, mundane brain. Toko rubs at her face, reaching beneath her glasses to drag every inch of skin down. If only she could peel her face off and die. Right here. Just be done with it. Oof, this headache too.]
I don't...buddy? [It's hard to get a word in edgewise. Toko blinks at him blearily. Who would she call a "buddy" here? Anakin? No, she'd die if he saw her like this, she's already made herself a fool in front of him once. He couldn't forgive her a second time. Maybe Cal? He's dopey enough to let this situation slide. And Sylvain at least reached out to her. Let her speak her mind about their situation. And that jerk Dimitri. Ardbert was kind, but so composed, she'd feel just as mortified stumbling onto his doorstep as she would Anakin's.
She misses Komaru. Oh, that hurts. She misses her. Her first and only friend, and now she's how many lightyears away in some kind of twisted Wonderland. Gone through the Looking Glass.
Now all she has to rely on is Sir Rex Splode. And his, uh. Friend.]
I. Well. I dunno. I wouldn't l-like someone flying at my f-face... [Is she blushing? Her face feels hot. Boys don't pay her this much attention unless they're calling her names, or shooting paper wads at her. Or grilling her in a class trial. Just to be safe, she edges away another step. This guy is too much of everything all at the same time, and the booze is making it that much harder to string her thoughts together. She can scarcely rebuke him without getting brow beat by a monologue. They were at each other's throats just five minutes ago, why is this happening?] Will you leave me alone if I s-say yes?
[And now he — is he implying that he'd keep calling her a bitch if she doesn't give him a name?
There is a long pause. She needs space to give him a most incredulous look.]
..........
...........
...F-fukawa.
[That's all he's getting. It's more than he deserves.]