Th-then there's no use denying it. We'll have to leave this mold-caked hovel soon.
[An unsettling prospect, but she's not about to die curled up in a corner.
Fukawa rises, assessing the other girl with a prim frown. She's looked so wan lately. Whether it's the natural exertion or a drained well of power is hard to say.
It does nothing to sour her pretty features though. Infuriating.]
What do you need to do to fix it? [She scuttles closer, shoulders hunched and worrying her knuckles.] Is there a c-certain area that needs to be r-rubbed?
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Date: 2024-02-07 02:35 am (UTC)[An unsettling prospect, but she's not about to die curled up in a corner.
Fukawa rises, assessing the other girl with a prim frown. She's looked so wan lately. Whether it's the natural exertion or a drained well of power is hard to say.
It does nothing to sour her pretty features though. Infuriating.]
What do you need to do to fix it? [She scuttles closer, shoulders hunched and worrying her knuckles.] Is there a c-certain area that needs to be r-rubbed?