02-20-2018, 05:11 AM
Yeah, by this point Fukawa was beginning to seem much less like "new prime ready to go" and more like "extremely confused and self-loathing secondary some doofus prime abandoned here."
Well, for some intents and purposes, she was- if one considered her and her other self different people. In that sense, she really was just some other girl summoned for the convenience of a prime and left out of the loop. After all, she was obviously just some... average high schooler. Below-average, in several regards, appearance not the least of such. At least, that's all she looked like to the untrained eye. Even those from her own universe likely wouldn't recognize the shut-in author at a glance, given her nature- perhaps her name, more likely the titles of her works, but certainly not her face.
Speaking of which, by the time she'd sat down on the scooter- side-saddle, not wanting to actually... touch this guy- he had somewhat composed himself from her earlier comment. She had been somewhat dreading introducing herself, given- ...she didn't remember. It was as if she was forgetting something horrible, but the lingering presence of it was still giving her anxiety in the present. This was a sense she was all too familiar with, one you could never really shake after your first time waking up to having murdered someone- but it still wasn't pleasant.
"...I d-don't... Expect you to remember it, but..." Again, she paused a moment, to swallow her doubts from seconds before. "I-it's... Touko Fukawa." She didn't expect him to recognize it- he certainly wasn't at all the type to read her novels. Or even read at all, given he was a young man- most of them didn't. "...Heheh... A-a disgusting name for a d-disgusting person, like me... I bet y-you think it's perfect..." Though she seemed to be addressing him, it was pretty clear she was talking more to herself than anything. Especially given she was staring into space while doing it.
Eventually though, she sat up a little straighter, some of her self hatred temporarily lending itself to being general displeasure. "W-well? Go. The... the sooner we get out of here, the better."
Ah, beautiful. How her fear of the unknown had just temporarily overrode her crippling self doubt and social anxiety.
Well, for some intents and purposes, she was- if one considered her and her other self different people. In that sense, she really was just some other girl summoned for the convenience of a prime and left out of the loop. After all, she was obviously just some... average high schooler. Below-average, in several regards, appearance not the least of such. At least, that's all she looked like to the untrained eye. Even those from her own universe likely wouldn't recognize the shut-in author at a glance, given her nature- perhaps her name, more likely the titles of her works, but certainly not her face.
Speaking of which, by the time she'd sat down on the scooter- side-saddle, not wanting to actually... touch this guy- he had somewhat composed himself from her earlier comment. She had been somewhat dreading introducing herself, given- ...she didn't remember. It was as if she was forgetting something horrible, but the lingering presence of it was still giving her anxiety in the present. This was a sense she was all too familiar with, one you could never really shake after your first time waking up to having murdered someone- but it still wasn't pleasant.
"...I d-don't... Expect you to remember it, but..." Again, she paused a moment, to swallow her doubts from seconds before. "I-it's... Touko Fukawa." She didn't expect him to recognize it- he certainly wasn't at all the type to read her novels. Or even read at all, given he was a young man- most of them didn't. "...Heheh... A-a disgusting name for a d-disgusting person, like me... I bet y-you think it's perfect..." Though she seemed to be addressing him, it was pretty clear she was talking more to herself than anything. Especially given she was staring into space while doing it.
Eventually though, she sat up a little straighter, some of her self hatred temporarily lending itself to being general displeasure. "W-well? Go. The... the sooner we get out of here, the better."
Ah, beautiful. How her fear of the unknown had just temporarily overrode her crippling self doubt and social anxiety.
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