He's excusing himself the very next second, Fukawa barely biting back a protest (don't just leave in the middle of a conversation? Is she that repulsive?). His goal becomes clear at once, so she contents herself with watching his back while he waits in line. She chances a fuller bite than usual.
So. Either not from her world, or so incomprehensibly rural he caught the fallout without knowing what toppled over. How sad that it's probably the former. Being forced to re-examine her core understanding of reality six times since this morning was popping her brain cells. She'd be dead by tomorrow if anything weirder happened.
So, what had done in humanity for him? Nuclear winter? An apocalyptic meteorite? It better not be some stupid Lovecraftian beast.
He's coming back. She quickly pretends she was looking anywhere else, at least until he puts the cup in front of her. Fukawa boggles at it.]
Huh? [She blinks up at him. Was he really so worried? Over a total stranger?] Th-that's not — I'm not stressed out! What gave you that idea? Do I look so haggard to you?
[Her elbows thunk on the table as she hunches tight, yanking at the roots of her hair. She casts a mean scowl to the side. They were surrounded. No reprieve from any angle.]
I just don't like eating around other p-people. I can f-feel their nasty eyes raking into me.
[A fear gleaned less from the end of the world and more from middle school cafeterias. Horror of a whole different sort, that.]
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N-No, I mean...
[Nevermind. That's answer enough, isn't it?
He's excusing himself the very next second, Fukawa barely biting back a protest (don't just leave in the middle of a conversation? Is she that repulsive?). His goal becomes clear at once, so she contents herself with watching his back while he waits in line. She chances a fuller bite than usual.
So. Either not from her world, or so incomprehensibly rural he caught the fallout without knowing what toppled over. How sad that it's probably the former. Being forced to re-examine her core understanding of reality six times since this morning was popping her brain cells. She'd be dead by tomorrow if anything weirder happened.
So, what had done in humanity for him? Nuclear winter? An apocalyptic meteorite? It better not be some stupid Lovecraftian beast.
He's coming back. She quickly pretends she was looking anywhere else, at least until he puts the cup in front of her. Fukawa boggles at it.]
Huh? [She blinks up at him. Was he really so worried? Over a total stranger?] Th-that's not — I'm not stressed out! What gave you that idea? Do I look so haggard to you?
[Her elbows thunk on the table as she hunches tight, yanking at the roots of her hair. She casts a mean scowl to the side. They were surrounded. No reprieve from any angle.]
I just don't like eating around other p-people. I can f-feel their nasty eyes raking into me.
[A fear gleaned less from the end of the world and more from middle school cafeterias. Horror of a whole different sort, that.]