[When he says he believes her, she buys it. The rest?]
D-don't give yourself a hernia... [It's a bitter grumble paired with a dead-eyed stare, but hell. Even she can't deny his apprehension is well-deserved.
Still, enough tension has been cut that he's talking. Blabbering rather, calling her sister again, which makes her frown but draws no further fire. If he doesn't want to be near her, fine. Whatever. If their nerves are always going to be on red alert it would be best if they never saw each other again. Why make death any more difficult than it has to be?
She crunches up tighter and shakes her head at the offered smokes. She doesn't understand why anyone would start, especially in this day and age. She hates the smell. Maybe that's rich coming from someone who was regularly compared to dumpster fodder, but all the same it's a foul habit. She'd berate him for indulging, if he didn't bridge the gap with her given name.]
Ah?! [While she'd paled to snow white before, her cheeks are quick to hit a plum blossom pink.] No! N-no, no no, I'm—
[Deep breath, it's not like he knows what he's doing. He even admits his floundering knowledge. Her hands clap over her face even so. She'd nearly wilted to her knees when Komaru had called her by it, and that girl was her only friend on Earth.]
Fukawa! P-please. Just Fukawa. Nobody calls me T-T-T...Ugh, shit. [As if she didn't already come off as a hot mess. She pries her hands away, but her eyes are downcast. Her nose and ears are blooming red, too. She swallows thickly.] Unless you're some airheaded girl trying to be cute, g-given names are for friends.
[This is awkward. She purses her lips. She has his name, he has hers. Are they done here? Or, does she try to mend this bridge? Even a little? How do you move a conversation along after all all this?]
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D-don't give yourself a hernia... [It's a bitter grumble paired with a dead-eyed stare, but hell. Even she can't deny his apprehension is well-deserved.
Still, enough tension has been cut that he's talking. Blabbering rather, calling her sister again, which makes her frown but draws no further fire. If he doesn't want to be near her, fine. Whatever. If their nerves are always going to be on red alert it would be best if they never saw each other again. Why make death any more difficult than it has to be?
She crunches up tighter and shakes her head at the offered smokes. She doesn't understand why anyone would start, especially in this day and age. She hates the smell. Maybe that's rich coming from someone who was regularly compared to dumpster fodder, but all the same it's a foul habit. She'd berate him for indulging, if he didn't bridge the gap with her given name.]
Ah?! [While she'd paled to snow white before, her cheeks are quick to hit a plum blossom pink.] No! N-no, no no, I'm—
[Deep breath, it's not like he knows what he's doing. He even admits his floundering knowledge. Her hands clap over her face even so. She'd nearly wilted to her knees when Komaru had called her by it, and that girl was her only friend on Earth.]
Fukawa! P-please. Just Fukawa. Nobody calls me T-T-T...Ugh, shit. [As if she didn't already come off as a hot mess. She pries her hands away, but her eyes are downcast. Her nose and ears are blooming red, too. She swallows thickly.] Unless you're some airheaded girl trying to be cute, g-given names are for friends.
[This is awkward. She purses her lips. She has his name, he has hers. Are they done here? Or, does she try to mend this bridge? Even a little? How do you move a conversation along after all all this?]
...Are you American?
[Winning observation, that.]