[To be fair, they are fantasies. Just of a more mundane sort. Such as, say, people finding beauty in ugly things. Love for the unloveable. A humiliating cliche, but one that pulled her through her darkest hours and drew in unprecedented audiences.
For now, Fukawa only surveys him for a tense second. Then at last, she nods.]
F-fine. I'll go get them for you.
[She sets her drink aside and makes to stand.
Except her legs have fallen asleep. With a helpless yelp, Fukawa falls direct on top of Dokja.
and then i died, i am not strong like u u_u teach me your ways yuul
For now, Fukawa only surveys him for a tense second. Then at last, she nods.]
F-fine. I'll go get them for you.
[She sets her drink aside and makes to stand.
Except her legs have fallen asleep. With a helpless yelp, Fukawa falls direct on top of Dokja.
There, they're cuddling now.]