[Fukawa chokes up. Okay, actually, she still feels like she has a point. No one should listen to strangers pushing weird substances on them.
Except the whisky is already taking effect, and that effect is a rather profound hallucination. The woman's already got short hair. It's no difficult feat for her image to warp in Fukawa's mind, twist to someone altogether more palatable.
Her head ties up the loose ends and comes out with a totally false conclusion: she's been talking to her best and only friend this whole time.]
Sheesh, y-you're always so reckless Komaru. You're going to give yourself f-food poisoning like that. [Should she do it? Fukawa eyes up the Elysium with a squint. It smells like a donkey stall.] Ugh. F-fine. But you have to have a drink too! I'm not dying for you, m-much less dying alone.
[Nevermind that she'd promised it would make her feel good. In her experience, all things are inevitably terrible.
Fukawa grabs the cup and takes the most cautious of sips. Her face immediately contorts with disgust.]
Th-there! [She slams it back down and juts it over to Not-Komaru.] You happy? Now hurry up and drink it yourself!
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[Fukawa chokes up. Okay, actually, she still feels like she has a point. No one should listen to strangers pushing weird substances on them.
Except the whisky is already taking effect, and that effect is a rather profound hallucination. The woman's already got short hair. It's no difficult feat for her image to warp in Fukawa's mind, twist to someone altogether more palatable.
Her head ties up the loose ends and comes out with a totally false conclusion: she's been talking to her best and only friend this whole time.]
Sheesh, y-you're always so reckless Komaru. You're going to give yourself f-food poisoning like that. [Should she do it? Fukawa eyes up the Elysium with a squint. It smells like a donkey stall.] Ugh. F-fine. But you have to have a drink too! I'm not dying for you, m-much less dying alone.
[Nevermind that she'd promised it would make her feel good. In her experience, all things are inevitably terrible.
Fukawa grabs the cup and takes the most cautious of sips. Her face immediately contorts with disgust.]
Th-there! [She slams it back down and juts it over to Not-Komaru.] You happy? Now hurry up and drink it yourself!