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As she swims through her mental muck, Toko watches the girl close for signs of further outburst. Or rather, that she'd misspoken, and sent her into a worse spiral than ever before. She's only got her thoughts together on paper. Only Komaru makes her feel comfortable speaking her mind. Without her, Toko feels adrift when she opens her mouth for anything more than insults.
To her surprise, the girl is roused. She clatters upwards, rejuvenated. Ready to go.]
Wh-where? [Toko blinks, rolling to her feet as well. She dusts her skirt a little (a lost cause) and reaches to steady the inebriated mess on legs.] You sh-should probably go home.
[She glances sidelong at that bear, who should also be rolled towards some kind of shelter. If she weren't a wee woman with a drunken hanger-on, she might consider doing it herself. Luckily there's another bearkin in the distance. Toko hails them, explains the situation and gets a disapproving cluck of the tongue and a shake of a head. "That Turner...not to worry, I'll see that he makes it home in one piece. Get yourselves to a warm bed."
And with that, Toko is carting her charge off into the night. Later they might exchange names, might experience a nasty shock, but there's no changing what was said. Even internet drama can't stop the brute force of impending Gal Pals.]
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As she swims through her mental muck, Toko watches the girl close for signs of further outburst. Or rather, that she'd misspoken, and sent her into a worse spiral than ever before. She's only got her thoughts together on paper. Only Komaru makes her feel comfortable speaking her mind. Without her, Toko feels adrift when she opens her mouth for anything more than insults.
To her surprise, the girl is roused. She clatters upwards, rejuvenated. Ready to go.]
Wh-where? [Toko blinks, rolling to her feet as well. She dusts her skirt a little (a lost cause) and reaches to steady the inebriated mess on legs.] You sh-should probably go home.
[She glances sidelong at that bear, who should also be rolled towards some kind of shelter. If she weren't a wee woman with a drunken hanger-on, she might consider doing it herself. Luckily there's another bearkin in the distance. Toko hails them, explains the situation and gets a disapproving cluck of the tongue and a shake of a head. "That Turner...not to worry, I'll see that he makes it home in one piece. Get yourselves to a warm bed."
And with that, Toko is carting her charge off into the night. Later they might exchange names, might experience a nasty shock, but there's no changing what was said. Even internet drama can't stop the brute force of impending Gal Pals.]