[Her ears tinge pink and she averts her gaze again. Right. That would be the logical assumption. Not, "Are you having fun out there, bud?"
God, she's so stupid. Her and her big mouth.
Still, she chooses to fidget in her seat rather than apologize. He's a very steadfast sort, he doesn't look put off by her bluster. That's nice. It might be a by-product of his situation. How rattled could you get by some idiot teenager when there were zombies around every corner? And that wouldn't count other threats, like lack of resources, competing survivors, perhaps a nomadic lifestyle. You wouldn't last a week if you were the sensitive type.
It's why she smiles when he draws his conclusions. Still sheepish of course, but she's grateful. In Towa City, it's just her and Komaru, and she's the senior of the two. They get by just fine, their strengths and weaknesses nest neatly together, weaving a veneer of competence neither could achieve on their own. But boy, life would be so much easier with a reliable adult around.]
Oh, I'm counting on it. That b-blood trick was just the start. And now the supernatural is on the table, too? Anything could happen. [She grumbles and, to her own surprise, finally draws a fry from the box. She passes on the ketchup and pops it in au naturel.] M-maybe we should raid a church, or shrine or something. St-stock up on holy water while we have the chance.
[Thanks to Bram Stoker and his ilk, they all had a handy compendium of classic monster how-to's. And if they really are in America, she'd wager the threats will lean on Western folklore.
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[Her ears tinge pink and she averts her gaze again. Right. That would be the logical assumption. Not, "Are you having fun out there, bud?"
God, she's so stupid. Her and her big mouth.
Still, she chooses to fidget in her seat rather than apologize. He's a very steadfast sort, he doesn't look put off by her bluster. That's nice. It might be a by-product of his situation. How rattled could you get by some idiot teenager when there were zombies around every corner? And that wouldn't count other threats, like lack of resources, competing survivors, perhaps a nomadic lifestyle. You wouldn't last a week if you were the sensitive type.
It's why she smiles when he draws his conclusions. Still sheepish of course, but she's grateful. In Towa City, it's just her and Komaru, and she's the senior of the two. They get by just fine, their strengths and weaknesses nest neatly together, weaving a veneer of competence neither could achieve on their own. But boy, life would be so much easier with a reliable adult around.]
Oh, I'm counting on it. That b-blood trick was just the start. And now the supernatural is on the table, too? Anything could happen. [She grumbles and, to her own surprise, finally draws a fry from the box. She passes on the ketchup and pops it in au naturel.] M-maybe we should raid a church, or shrine or something. St-stock up on holy water while we have the chance.
[Thanks to Bram Stoker and his ilk, they all had a handy compendium of classic monster how-to's. And if they really are in America, she'd wager the threats will lean on Western folklore.
Good, because yokai were all capricious pricks.]