By the time the tears finally stop... Kyoko feels hollow. Raw. She has a headache that she feels in her teeth. Her eyes hurt. Her face is snotty and wet and gross. And... she got all that over his nice clothes, too.
She doesn't know what to do. What to say. This wasn't what she meant to happen. (But isn't that just the story of her life?)
... his shirt... is pink. Stupidly, she finds herself fixating on that, while she can't bring herself to move. If she moves, they have to acknowledge what just happened. She doesn't want it. But she can't just sit here, either.
She lifts her head, first, wiping her face messily with the backs of her arms. (Why didn't she pick something with sleeves?) And then reaches deep down and finds a laugh. It comes out sounding stupid, but whatever.
"You look like an Easter egg in that shirt."
Look, it's the best icebreaker she could think of.
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She doesn't know what to do. What to say. This wasn't what she meant to happen. (But isn't that just the story of her life?)
... his shirt... is pink. Stupidly, she finds herself fixating on that, while she can't bring herself to move. If she moves, they have to acknowledge what just happened. She doesn't want it. But she can't just sit here, either.
She lifts her head, first, wiping her face messily with the backs of her arms. (Why didn't she pick something with sleeves?) And then reaches deep down and finds a laugh. It comes out sounding stupid, but whatever.
"You look like an Easter egg in that shirt."
Look, it's the best icebreaker she could think of.