(hearing it laid out like that might be humiliating for the average human being, but jonas finds the honesty refreshing, even if it is at his expense. it's making it simultaneously easy and difficult to forget that this is the young lady who was manically texting him only days before. he better get used to the idea of desensitization, shouldn't he?

desensitized about my desensitization, he considers with a morose amusement, eyes respectfully averted while fukawa speaks.)

For a second there I thought you asked me what I was carving. Like, literally. Like... you didn't know what a jack-o-lantern was or something. (is this what he's devolving into now? a caricature of himself that says stupid things as filled for conversations that make him uncomfortable?

his expression closes off, focusing awkwardly on the pumpkin.)

It's, uh... this character they called "Pinhead." You're right that he's sort of a Halloween thing; do you like horror movies? He's the main bad guy in Hellraiser. I only watched about half of it because I'm not into that kind of stuff, but his whole aesthetic stuck with me.

(it can't be that hard to rub social anxiety from his skin like dead cells in the shower, to exfoliate his arms roughly with a loofa containing some concentrated brand of confidence. for god's sake, the least jonas knows he can do is make eye contact with her, but his heart races at the thought.

a glance is all he can manage, brief, punctuated suddenly by the ashing of his cigarette.)

Sorry, I don't wanna pry if it's a bad topic or whatever, but what happened to Tokyo and Towa City?