[That's good. Or it would be, if it meant they didn't have to deal with the creepy ant folk right now. She appreciates that he blocks the view, but her shoulders still hunch to her ears. Just look at those carapaces. Revolting.
Her focus is back on him just the same, and deservedly so. The very mention of the game shocks her, jolts her upright. Darkens her gaze. Disgust of a wholly different sort overcomes her.]
Wh-what the hell? What kind of maniac puts a baby in the line of fire like that? Not even that p-pigtailed bitch—
[Aaaah, not so fast. She could, and she has. Towa City was close enough, all its children had been turned into living bombs. Enoshima had no qualms about breaching human decency. The only reason no one Toko knows had to watch a literal infant die is because there were none in the family. Probably not the case for the rest of the world.
Toko shoots a scowl to the side. She bites back her words. Glances at him askance.]
...So even you have a s-soft-spot, huh? Who'd have guessed.
But fine. I'm not a monster. I p-practically have no choice, do I? Twist my arm why don't you.
[Sharp words for someone who melts the second she looks at that pudgy face.]
D-don't be a pain in my ass, you little brat.
[The baby yawns in its sleep, stretching out a wee hand, and Toko can't even play at sour grapes. Her smile is brief, but soft and sweet.
She looks to her guide and gives a terse nod.]
Well? We can't waste all day here. Get us out of this d-dump.
Danganronpa Spoilers, 100% forgot to label this
[That's good. Or it would be, if it meant they didn't have to deal with the creepy ant folk right now. She appreciates that he blocks the view, but her shoulders still hunch to her ears. Just look at those carapaces. Revolting.
Her focus is back on him just the same, and deservedly so. The very mention of the game shocks her, jolts her upright. Darkens her gaze. Disgust of a wholly different sort overcomes her.]
Wh-what the hell? What kind of maniac puts a baby in the line of fire like that? Not even that p-pigtailed bitch—
[Aaaah, not so fast. She could, and she has. Towa City was close enough, all its children had been turned into living bombs. Enoshima had no qualms about breaching human decency. The only reason no one Toko knows had to watch a literal infant die is because there were none in the family. Probably not the case for the rest of the world.
Toko shoots a scowl to the side. She bites back her words. Glances at him askance.]
...So even you have a s-soft-spot, huh? Who'd have guessed.
But fine. I'm not a monster. I p-practically have no choice, do I? Twist my arm why don't you.
[Sharp words for someone who melts the second she looks at that pudgy face.]
D-don't be a pain in my ass, you little brat.
[The baby yawns in its sleep, stretching out a wee hand, and Toko can't even play at sour grapes. Her smile is brief, but soft and sweet.
She looks to her guide and gives a terse nod.]
Well? We can't waste all day here. Get us out of this d-dump.