UGH! Sh-shut up already! I don't need to hear about your shitty sliding scale of sex appeal!
[Which is partially true and partially a huge lie. Toko will never not want to know where she ranks. Even if it's rock bottom and the man in question is a total loser.
This one isn't a loser per se, but there's many things amiss. Yet she's still drawn closer. Why? His voice alone is a rake on a chalkboard, but she'd rather sidle up to him than keep shivering six feet away. This place is frigid, and he runs hot, it's only natural she would edge towards a heat source.
...Wait. How did she intuit his body temperature? Is it. She—
Okay sorry, she has to wrinkle her nose and shake her head loose of all these odd thoughts.]
Your "p-powers"? [That garners a new frown. Which is paired with an owlish bat of the eyes when he carries on.] B-b-blow up?!
[He killed —
But there was nobody left. The city was a ghost town with nary a corpse, splatter, or even a good old pile of debris. Danaca looked abandoned. Not disastrous.]
Where — who? There's nobody here to blow up, how did you — this doesn't make any sense! This whole place. It's just...
[Toko reaches up, hair knotted around her fingers as she pulls. The sniping pain at her crown comes with a guttural growl.
Powers. Dead people. Her empty, swirling head. How the hell does she know this man?]
It's like we were dropped into some sh-shitty video game! None of this is real, is it? It can't be! And — h-how can you be s-so calm after killing people? What the hell is going on?!
cw: flagrant overuse of italics
[Which is partially true and partially a huge lie. Toko will never not want to know where she ranks. Even if it's rock bottom and the man in question is a total loser.
This one isn't a loser per se, but there's many things amiss. Yet she's still drawn closer. Why? His voice alone is a rake on a chalkboard, but she'd rather sidle up to him than keep shivering six feet away. This place is frigid, and he runs hot, it's only natural she would edge towards a heat source.
...Wait. How did she intuit his body temperature? Is it. She—
Okay sorry, she has to wrinkle her nose and shake her head loose of all these odd thoughts.]
Your "p-powers"? [That garners a new frown. Which is paired with an owlish bat of the eyes when he carries on.] B-b-blow up?!
[He killed —
But there was nobody left. The city was a ghost town with nary a corpse, splatter, or even a good old pile of debris. Danaca looked abandoned. Not disastrous.]
Where — who? There's nobody here to blow up, how did you — this doesn't make any sense! This whole place. It's just...
[Toko reaches up, hair knotted around her fingers as she pulls. The sniping pain at her crown comes with a guttural growl.
Powers. Dead people. Her empty, swirling head. How the hell does she know this man?]
It's like we were dropped into some sh-shitty video game! None of this is real, is it? It can't be! And — h-how can you be s-so calm after killing people? What the hell is going on?!