[He steps closer. Fukawa refocuses on him with a baffled blink. More follow as he carries on with what is, Komaru excepted, one of the most gracious and kind things she's ever heard in her life.]
P-process? [No one's talked to her like that before. It's always calm down, you're being crazy, get away from me, shut up already. What, is he telling her to just...keep being an irate bitch? Keep yammering away about sob stories no one gives a shit about?
Then comes the jacket. She inhales audibly this time, holding up her hands. He doesn't verbalize the offer, still positing his theories on their prior departed. She's still hung up on the double-strike of kind gestures. She blurts out.]
You d-don't have to waste pity on me!
[And regrets it the next second. She winces.
A breeze blows through the festival grounds and she shivers on the spot. Fukawa's shoulders may cinch closer in, and she's shying away from meeting his eyes, but one dainty hand curls into the offered jacket. She swallows something thick, wets her lips before murmuring.]
I'll w-wash it for you. So you don't have to sm-smell my stench all the time.
[She'll return it. It folds around her diminutive frame like a quilt, and lends all the tender comfort of one too.]
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P-process? [No one's talked to her like that before. It's always calm down, you're being crazy, get away from me, shut up already. What, is he telling her to just...keep being an irate bitch? Keep yammering away about sob stories no one gives a shit about?
Then comes the jacket. She inhales audibly this time, holding up her hands. He doesn't verbalize the offer, still positing his theories on their prior departed. She's still hung up on the double-strike of kind gestures. She blurts out.]
You d-don't have to waste pity on me!
[And regrets it the next second. She winces.
A breeze blows through the festival grounds and she shivers on the spot. Fukawa's shoulders may cinch closer in, and she's shying away from meeting his eyes, but one dainty hand curls into the offered jacket. She swallows something thick, wets her lips before murmuring.]
I'll w-wash it for you. So you don't have to sm-smell my stench all the time.
[She'll return it. It folds around her diminutive frame like a quilt, and lends all the tender comfort of one too.]