[For her own part, there's a tug on her mind that won't be redirected. Where to and why is uncertain. It's not helping ease her mind about the food, or being in such a big crowd. She'd much rather eat in private.
Someone nearby had muttered something, just before she spoke up. It takes a second for her to register it. Rewind the words. Threat? What?
Fukawa twists to face the offender, brows scrunched together and lips pursed. The girl is looking away, but she could have sworn she just had her eyes on her. She's got that prickly sixth-sense sensation all down the back of her neck.]
Wh-what the hell are you talking about? [And why does she feel like...
No. No, she doesn't know her, she's certain.]
I wasn't threatening you. I was t-talking about the food.
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Someone nearby had muttered something, just before she spoke up. It takes a second for her to register it. Rewind the words. Threat? What?
Fukawa twists to face the offender, brows scrunched together and lips pursed. The girl is looking away, but she could have sworn she just had her eyes on her. She's got that prickly sixth-sense sensation all down the back of her neck.]
Wh-what the hell are you talking about? [And why does she feel like...
No. No, she doesn't know her, she's certain.]
I wasn't threatening you. I was t-talking about the food.