Fukawa sighs, but it ends in something rare: a quirk at the side of her mouth. Born from fondness, not derision.]
Seriously? Wh-what do you think? [She waves a hand to the open door, where the rest of the underworld awaits.] Every day I think I've seen someone I know. And it's never them. Which is w-weird, because lots of people are dead.
[Nevermind that the people she most wants to see are the living. Komaru. Byakuya-sama, Naegi, Kirigiri. Even the dipshit duo. Being the last ones standing pulled a thin thread between them, and it's devastating that her end was the only one that snapped off. Even if she had no hope of reaching them, it would have been reassuring to find her old classmates too. They hadn't liked her more than anyone else did, but she wanted to tell them everything.
Tell them she's sorry.
Oof, is that a tear coming? Fukawa goes to adjust her glasses and very, very subtly wipes it away.]
So don't act all embarrassed on me. You're not th-that special.
[Her hands are back on her tie, worrying the fraying edges. She glances around. Enough. That's enough tenderness for one day. Also?]
i legit can't remember if I've ever used this smile icon, it's yours now
Fukawa sighs, but it ends in something rare: a quirk at the side of her mouth. Born from fondness, not derision.]
Seriously? Wh-what do you think? [She waves a hand to the open door, where the rest of the underworld awaits.] Every day I think I've seen someone I know. And it's never them. Which is w-weird, because lots of people are dead.
[Nevermind that the people she most wants to see are the living. Komaru. Byakuya-sama, Naegi, Kirigiri. Even the dipshit duo. Being the last ones standing pulled a thin thread between them, and it's devastating that her end was the only one that snapped off. Even if she had no hope of reaching them, it would have been reassuring to find her old classmates too. They hadn't liked her more than anyone else did, but she wanted to tell them everything.
Tell them she's sorry.
Oof, is that a tear coming? Fukawa goes to adjust her glasses and very, very subtly wipes it away.]
So don't act all embarrassed on me. You're not th-that special.
[Her hands are back on her tie, worrying the fraying edges. She glances around. Enough. That's enough tenderness for one day. Also?]
...Um. I really have to pee.