[ He does lean in to empty his mask of its gross, gunky flower petals over the held-out trashcan -- though Fuuta almost drops the whole damn mess when Sherwood so casually (and, ugh, elegantly) drops the f-word like that. ]
-- haa?! [ His indignant squawk comes screechy, his voice cracking, and Fuuta hurries to put his mask back on. He's hoping it'll hide how hot his face feels, but too bad the flush of pink's riding high on his cheekbones, peeking over the edge of his mask. ] Who said I'm scared of anything, old man?! That's not even the point!
[ It absolutely is the point, actually. Or at least 50% the point. Fuuta crosses his arms, both a show of defiance and unease as he looks away towards the bustle of the clinic. ]
S'just ... trying to do something like that in a place like this feels wrong, alright. It's all easy for you to talk about 'cause you don't gotta deal with it, but I bet you'd be feeling the same way if you were in my position.
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-- haa?! [ His indignant squawk comes screechy, his voice cracking, and Fuuta hurries to put his mask back on. He's hoping it'll hide how hot his face feels, but too bad the flush of pink's riding high on his cheekbones, peeking over the edge of his mask. ] Who said I'm scared of anything, old man?! That's not even the point!
[ It absolutely is the point, actually. Or at least 50% the point. Fuuta crosses his arms, both a show of defiance and unease as he looks away towards the bustle of the clinic. ]
S'just ... trying to do something like that in a place like this feels wrong, alright. It's all easy for you to talk about 'cause you don't gotta deal with it, but I bet you'd be feeling the same way if you were in my position.