[Her head bobs back like an affronted bird. A "real doozy?" That makes it sound like his grocery bag broke and he had to chase a bunch of oranges down a slope.
Oh, never mind. If they can get the hell out of here there'll be plenty of time to needle him for dull anecdotes later. He gives their plan a go and, of course, nothing comes of it. Fukawa's stomach begins to wind around itself.]
T-try putting it in a different spot! [That could do the trick. And here, she'll help, she's still got the shampoo. Fukawa slicks up her hand and bops it onto the wood.
Nada. She loads up again and tries the handle this time. This door is now getting a deeper clean and condition than her own hair has ever seen.]
Okay, well, y-you're obviously not hallucinating! Because I'm here. And I know I'm not hallucinating because I'd n-never imagine myself in a room with you. [It's not totally an insult, it's just, um. You know. She's sure they'd both rather be locked in a room with someone else. Personally she would be reluctant to leave if it were Byakuya-sama in here...
That line of thought was going to lead her nowhere useful. Later, later, she'll concoct a solid scenario once she's out and far away from this man. Which might be never because their genius plan isn't working.]
Augh! This st-st-stupid thing! [She swats the wood and gives it a kick. Then presses her face near the crack and hollers out to the great beyond.] Hey! This isn't funny! Th-this isn't even original! I've s-seen death traps set up by toddlers scarier than this! Let us out, you — you two-bit, sleazeball hack!
he is so cute, what the hell
Oh, never mind. If they can get the hell out of here there'll be plenty of time to needle him for dull anecdotes later. He gives their plan a go and, of course, nothing comes of it. Fukawa's stomach begins to wind around itself.]
T-try putting it in a different spot! [That could do the trick. And here, she'll help, she's still got the shampoo. Fukawa slicks up her hand and bops it onto the wood.
Nada. She loads up again and tries the handle this time. This door is now getting a deeper clean and condition than her own hair has ever seen.]
Okay, well, y-you're obviously not hallucinating! Because I'm here. And I know I'm not hallucinating because I'd n-never imagine myself in a room with you. [It's not totally an insult, it's just, um. You know. She's sure they'd both rather be locked in a room with someone else. Personally she would be reluctant to leave if it were Byakuya-sama in here...
That line of thought was going to lead her nowhere useful. Later, later, she'll concoct a solid scenario once she's out and far away from this man. Which might be never because their genius plan isn't working.]
Augh! This st-st-stupid thing! [She swats the wood and gives it a kick. Then presses her face near the crack and hollers out to the great beyond.] Hey! This isn't funny! Th-this isn't even original! I've s-seen death traps set up by toddlers scarier than this! Let us out, you — you two-bit, sleazeball hack!