I'm not b-being nice! I'm just being practical! Shut up!
[GOD. this is a hateful experience.]
So you'll just p-put up with anything because you think you don't deserve any better and there's n-no point in having a spine. What, do you enjoy being abused?
Because you're making a mockery of the n-noble art of masochism if you don't.
I'm not really into masochism, no. Not with you. [ this is decidedly the wrong thing to say but he's being very sincere because he thinks this is a compliment, in a way ]
[i am going to be nice and not have her accuse him of being like the last man who said those literal words to her, who followed up with "I like them young. As young as possible."]
Euuugh! I wasn't propositioning you, if that's wh-what you're thinking!
[She holds her skull in pain.]
T-talking to any of you f-fruit-headed bozos drains my mental capacities by fifty percent. I can hear my b-brain cells taking their last gasps.
[Her expression clears. Not to blankness, but to a creeping apprehension. She looks down, slowly, and can't rightly read it at the angle but sees enough glow to know he's not, say, drawing from a personnel file and pretending it's off the cuff.
Her hands come together. Nails pressing into the palms of opposite hands, tugging at her fingers. There's a curl to her lip and a bitter note to her voice, but her eyes have flicked away from Will in full.]
S-so what if it is? People g-get together and squeeze out little brats all the time, n-no matter if they're in loving marriages or out of them. It's c-common. Who cares?
Who c-cares about wh-where or when anyone came from? What matters is what you do with your m-miserable life. If there's anyone that m-makes it a problem, it's the adults who r-refuse to take responsibility for their actions.
More words flash over her skin. Didn't deserve to survive.
Let them all die.
Unlovable bitch.
And finally, as if to stamp a final insult to injury:
Murderer.]
J-just be quiet. I don't want to h-hear that from people who d-don't know what they're talking about.
[There's an extra glint in her eye. Try as she may to blink it back, the tear escapes. Its wet run down her cheek makes her startle, clap a hand to it, gasping.
Fukawa turns on her heel and flees the kitchen.
Maybe another time, she'll be ready to listen. It's unbearable to hear those words from people she doesn't need it from, and never the ones she does.]
[ all of these make him so, so sad. and when she tears up - he opens his mouth to say something, but she flees.
he understands, he thinks. or he's trying to. and he knows it can make you feel fragile to let someone be this nice to you, so - he lets her go. but he's not done trying yet. ]
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I'm not b-being nice! I'm just being practical! Shut up!
[GOD. this is a hateful experience.]
So you'll just p-put up with anything because you think you don't deserve any better and there's n-no point in having a spine. What, do you enjoy being abused?
Because you're making a mockery of the n-noble art of masochism if you don't.
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I'm not really into masochism, no. Not with you. [ this is decidedly the wrong thing to say but he's being very sincere because he thinks this is a compliment, in a way ]
cw pedo mention....
Euuugh! I wasn't propositioning you, if that's wh-what you're thinking!
[She holds her skull in pain.]
T-talking to any of you f-fruit-headed bozos drains my mental capacities by fifty percent. I can hear my b-brain cells taking their last gasps.
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I didn't think you were...
[ he uses this icon a lot with her, i think. ]
You'd use less brain cells if you didn't spend all your time trying to take everything I say in the worst possible interpretation.
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It d-doesn't take extra brain power for me to s-see right through you and your insidious plots...
[SCOWLING. angry.
And then there's a line of text sprawling across her collarbone.
Bastard Child.]
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though - he does catch that, tilting his head. ]
... Is that literal? [ fair play, he thinks. ] It says Bastard Child.
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Her hands come together. Nails pressing into the palms of opposite hands, tugging at her fingers. There's a curl to her lip and a bitter note to her voice, but her eyes have flicked away from Will in full.]
S-so what if it is? People g-get together and squeeze out little brats all the time, n-no matter if they're in loving marriages or out of them. It's c-common. Who cares?
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It is pretty common. The person I'm based on is one, too. [ ... ] It bothers you, though. I'm sorry that it does.
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[she scoffs.]
Who c-cares about wh-where or when anyone came from? What matters is what you do with your m-miserable life. If there's anyone that m-makes it a problem, it's the adults who r-refuse to take responsibility for their actions.
[The letters warp.
They wished you had died.]
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... I think you're right. It does matter what you do with your life. How you were born is irrelevant, but. [ softer, genuine: ]
I'm glad you're still around. I'm glad that you're alive.
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[her lip quivers.
More words flash over her skin. Didn't deserve to survive.
Let them all die.
Unlovable bitch.
And finally, as if to stamp a final insult to injury:
Murderer.]
J-just be quiet. I don't want to h-hear that from people who d-don't know what they're talking about.
[There's an extra glint in her eye. Try as she may to blink it back, the tear escapes. Its wet run down her cheek makes her startle, clap a hand to it, gasping.
Fukawa turns on her heel and flees the kitchen.
Maybe another time, she'll be ready to listen. It's unbearable to hear those words from people she doesn't need it from, and never the ones she does.]
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he understands, he thinks. or he's trying to. and he knows it can make you feel fragile to let someone be this nice to you, so - he lets her go. but he's not done trying yet. ]