[She'll take that cake, thank you. Fukawa rips a piece off and jams it in her mouth, sucking the sugar clean out. In lieu of breath mints or even a glass of water, she must make due with what she has.
Though she'll still give the woman a glance askance at the offer.]
What? Wh-what's wrong with my mood?! [Aside from everything. She resumes her stink facing post-haste.] I — I can't do that! Why would you even offer? What are you trying to pull, huh?
[SQUINTING.]
Oh, I get it. You're w-waiting for me to pass out so you can sell my organs!
no subject
Though she'll still give the woman a glance askance at the offer.]
What? Wh-what's wrong with my mood?! [Aside from everything. She resumes her stink facing post-haste.] I — I can't do that! Why would you even offer? What are you trying to pull, huh?
[SQUINTING.]
Oh, I get it. You're w-waiting for me to pass out so you can sell my organs!
[That's what strangers pushing drugs do, right?]