[Fukawa's distracted by the sudden turn. Her gaze resettles on Rudbeckia, but her head is starting a slow spin. The only outward sign that something is wrong is the sudden swell of her pupils. They blow so wide the lavender-grey of her iris is consumed whole.]
Eh? N-no.
[She doesn't sound so sure.
Especially since that shaky shadow has slipped behind the noblewoman, as if taking the next seat over. Fukawa wets her lips. Begins to lean, just to be sure it was nothing.
That's when a slender hand extends out and plucks a candy from a nearby dish. The sharp acrylics gleam a bloody red.
Fukawa is out of her seat in a flash, all colour drained from her face. There are two blondes before her now: an inquisitive stranger in old fashioned garb, and a perky fashionista in pigtails, tossing back a quick snack.
"Hey hey hey!" the girl chirps, flashing a grin and a peace sign. Her bunched cheeks are dotted with freckles. "I can't believe you Fukawa-chan. How can you be so mean to someone you just met?"]
You! [She's shaking. Her hands are in white-knuckled fists.] What are you doing — why are you still in that shitty costume?! I kn-know who you are! Ikusaba!
[She's been wondering why she hasn't found her fellow dearly departed classmates. Shouldn't have wished so hard for it: now fate's saddling her with the second-worst bitch of the bunch.
Without a second thought, she reaches for Rudbeckia's sleeve, pulling at it two-handed, urging her up to safety. All the while tearing into the chipper mirage.]
Danganronpa Spoilers from here on ig, thank you peyote trip whisky
Eh? N-no.
[She doesn't sound so sure.
Especially since that shaky shadow has slipped behind the noblewoman, as if taking the next seat over. Fukawa wets her lips. Begins to lean, just to be sure it was nothing.
That's when a slender hand extends out and plucks a candy from a nearby dish. The sharp acrylics gleam a bloody red.
Fukawa is out of her seat in a flash, all colour drained from her face. There are two blondes before her now: an inquisitive stranger in old fashioned garb, and a perky fashionista in pigtails, tossing back a quick snack.
"Hey hey hey!" the girl chirps, flashing a grin and a peace sign. Her bunched cheeks are dotted with freckles. "I can't believe you Fukawa-chan. How can you be so mean to someone you just met?"]
You! [She's shaking. Her hands are in white-knuckled fists.] What are you doing — why are you still in that shitty costume?! I kn-know who you are! Ikusaba!
[She's been wondering why she hasn't found her fellow dearly departed classmates. Shouldn't have wished so hard for it: now fate's saddling her with the second-worst bitch of the bunch.
Without a second thought, she reaches for Rudbeckia's sleeve, pulling at it two-handed, urging her up to safety. All the while tearing into the chipper mirage.]
Go away! We d-don't want anything to do with you!