She's stopped eating in favor of a bunny-stunned stare. If he were any younger — twenty-something, even thirty-something, she'd be certain he was messing with her. But his reticence lays thick over every word, his clothes and body are so thoroughly foul, his appetite so ravenous, that she has to at least consider the possibility.
There were a thousand films on the subject, a hundred series, a dozen manga. Most of them spat out men and women exactly as bedraggled as Daryl. Maybe it was the stuff of fantasy in her world, but the universe next door saw fit to pull a fast one on humanity. What must it be to face down a walking corpse? Flesh dripping off the bone, fetid stench polluting the air, their gnashing teeth and deathly rattles chasing you wherever you went...
She gives a bodily shudder and covers her face.]
Ugh! [Her imagination was always too potent for her own good. Part of the lit chick curse.] You're serious? They r-really just crawled out of their graves? Like some c-crappy horror movie? No way, you couldn't p-pay me! I wouldn't even watch that shit! If I had to live through it I'd be dead the second it started!
[Fukawa's never been one for manners, but perhaps there's a thread of apology in the declaration. A touch of "you must be so brave", "I'm sorry you have to deal with that", all those platitudes. They're there, they're just unlikely to surface while her stomach's still rolling. Maybe once she banishes the image of eyeballs slipping out of sockets she'll manage something kinder.]
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The d-dead came back?
[Okay. Um.
Okay?
She's stopped eating in favor of a bunny-stunned stare. If he were any younger — twenty-something, even thirty-something, she'd be certain he was messing with her. But his reticence lays thick over every word, his clothes and body are so thoroughly foul, his appetite so ravenous, that she has to at least consider the possibility.
There were a thousand films on the subject, a hundred series, a dozen manga. Most of them spat out men and women exactly as bedraggled as Daryl. Maybe it was the stuff of fantasy in her world, but the universe next door saw fit to pull a fast one on humanity. What must it be to face down a walking corpse? Flesh dripping off the bone, fetid stench polluting the air, their gnashing teeth and deathly rattles chasing you wherever you went...
She gives a bodily shudder and covers her face.]
Ugh! [Her imagination was always too potent for her own good. Part of the lit chick curse.] You're serious? They r-really just crawled out of their graves? Like some c-crappy horror movie? No way, you couldn't p-pay me! I wouldn't even watch that shit! If I had to live through it I'd be dead the second it started!
[Fukawa's never been one for manners, but perhaps there's a thread of apology in the declaration. A touch of "you must be so brave", "I'm sorry you have to deal with that", all those platitudes. They're there, they're just unlikely to surface while her stomach's still rolling. Maybe once she banishes the image of eyeballs slipping out of sockets she'll manage something kinder.]