[ a whispered echo, though even her small voice sounds larger than his. she says the word again, breathed around a laugh — ]
Okay?
[ — as if it were the most ludicrous thing she's ever heard. an answer like that, weak in both its form and its delivery, might as well have been a non-answer. actually, it might be worse than a non-answer; at least silence can imply some level of thought, of consideration. okay is so dismissive, it's insulting.
and if there's ever a time dal dal is in the worst mood to be insulted, it's now. ]
Who do you hate more, Keisuke? Yourself, or whoever it is that hurt you?
[ in the background, he may hear some rustling. she's definitely on the move. ]
no subject
[ a whispered echo, though even her small voice sounds larger than his. she says the word again, breathed around a laugh — ]
Okay?
[ — as if it were the most ludicrous thing she's ever heard. an answer like that, weak in both its form and its delivery, might as well have been a non-answer. actually, it might be worse than a non-answer; at least silence can imply some level of thought, of consideration. okay is so dismissive, it's insulting.
and if there's ever a time dal dal is in the worst mood to be insulted, it's now. ]
Who do you hate more, Keisuke? Yourself, or whoever it is that hurt you?
[ in the background, he may hear some rustling. she's definitely on the move. ]