Well, no. Either of her moms were likely to slap her if she put on the waterworks in public, but they'd never be taking her to a pub in the first place. Still, Toko manages to convey the peevishness of a regular disgruntled teen, pointedly pulling the frames free to dangle in one hand. They are prescription, she's got a point. That doesn't mean she's got to be happy about it.
She will also be conducting the rest of this conversation in a slight squint. Near-sighted blues.]
They are? [She sniffs, covering her nose with her sleeve. It's hard to imagine a living fantasy like this girl being a gawky outcast. Not unless one part of her face grew in before the rest, or she's had like, thirty plastic surgeries. She doesn't look fake, though.
The real clincher is the humble mumble she spills her wisdom in. It could be the truth. It sounds like the truth. If she were faking there'd be some kind of cloying energy to it, none of this shame or shrinking away.
Doubtful, maybe still bitter, but more curious than anything, Toko peers closer at her company.]
cw: mention of child abuse
Well, no. Either of her moms were likely to slap her if she put on the waterworks in public, but they'd never be taking her to a pub in the first place. Still, Toko manages to convey the peevishness of a regular disgruntled teen, pointedly pulling the frames free to dangle in one hand. They are prescription, she's got a point. That doesn't mean she's got to be happy about it.
She will also be conducting the rest of this conversation in a slight squint. Near-sighted blues.]
They are? [She sniffs, covering her nose with her sleeve. It's hard to imagine a living fantasy like this girl being a gawky outcast. Not unless one part of her face grew in before the rest, or she's had like, thirty plastic surgeries. She doesn't look fake, though.
The real clincher is the humble mumble she spills her wisdom in. It could be the truth. It sounds like the truth. If she were faking there'd be some kind of cloying energy to it, none of this shame or shrinking away.
Doubtful, maybe still bitter, but more curious than anything, Toko peers closer at her company.]
...H-How?
[Make it good, Lottie.]