[Was that all he had to say for himself? Sheesh, and people told her she was rude. Fukawa scowls, fingers clenching around her own tray (in lieu of a decent Japanese style lunch, she's taking a chance on a Wendy's skinless chicken breast sandwich), teeth gritted tight.]
W-well, you'll have no one to blame but yourself if anything happens. If you v-vomit you better do it somewhere else!
[Preferably not on her, if you please.
Still, she doesn't flounce away. Doesn't take a seat either, stuck in place as if nailed through the feet. Her expression stays dark, but settles, ire taking a backseat to a keen suspicion.]
...Wh-when's the last time you had food cooked for you?
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W-well, you'll have no one to blame but yourself if anything happens. If you v-vomit you better do it somewhere else!
[Preferably not on her, if you please.
Still, she doesn't flounce away. Doesn't take a seat either, stuck in place as if nailed through the feet. Her expression stays dark, but settles, ire taking a backseat to a keen suspicion.]
...Wh-when's the last time you had food cooked for you?