Post by Fuuyuko Suwa on Dec 22, 2016 17:32:01 GMT -5
"She's my f--" fucking friend, that's what Fuuyuko wanted to say before stopping herself, "my friend, too."
Fuu don't care too much what she says back. A sarcastic sure or "you've already said that." She doesn't need to know much else from Miss Kasumi. She's learned plenty today. She learned that when a Shinigami asks you to come with her, you don't jump over the bar, knock down some bottles (then knock down the bartender), and scramble--loudly--out of the back door. But habits are a hard thing to break. And I mean, no one looks at a small girl and thinks "well, good golly, better do what she says, else I'll certainly pay for it!"
At least when Blondie caught her, she put the cuffs on front-ways, instead of pinning her hands behind her back. Not that Fuu isn't pining for a stretch break about now. It could have even been worse than a lack of stretch breaks. She hadn't recognized the parasol; that remained safely strapped to Fuuyuko's back.
"I didn't do it," hours in the past, Fuuyuko screeches protestations at the black-robe, "I didn't pilfer that dude's grocery. I...uh...left some coins on the counter. It's not my fucking fault if someone got to it before he did. They probably needed it more than he does! Like, man, his fuckin' shop made Moyamoyasumi look like a shack."
Moyamoyasumi. Fuu purses her lips.
Their bar fiasco didn't have anything to do with petty thieving. The destruction of the tea house, the mass death, the sudden vanishing of a certain Tomie Magahara, was at hand. And the only trail that existed led right to her. It all felt very stupid and silly. The only reason that Fuuyuko Suwa had trekked into the lower districts was to find a Shinigami that combined both sympathy and vague intelligence. The traits didn't often overlap; snooty, don't-touch-me-you-filth's were often a little bit brighter than the aww-you-poor-thing Shinigami. And, as determined as she is on her mission, Fuuyuko cannot stand a smug bitch.
Except the one she came down here looking for. So, the smug bitch position is taken.
Should've gone to the 42nd, she sulks and marches behind Kasumi, small little towheaded girl; thank god they took the straight route through to the 8th, this is downright shameful. Ame and Kuroda have got eyes all over the place, they would've known if she'd been spotted somewhere. Ame's wife could've got me there faster, too.
Her feet ache. Walking non-stop is a common activity of Fuuyuko's, but not like this. Not down backwoods bare path shortcuts that nobody's used in ages. An exit waits on the left, splitting off towards what faintly sounds like hustle and bustle. The main road? Maybe this particular passage is Shinigami access only; they can speedily disperse throughout the Rukongai in times of danger. Then again. Shinigami actually helping the Rukongai. She ups her pace, 'til she's shoulder to...well, not shoulder, but shoulder-to-head with her blonde pal.
"Aren't you hungry? You folks get hungry, don't you?" Said quite plain and proddingly, as if Shinigami don't have stomachs and require no sustenance. Fuuyuko has seen them eat before. They shove away even more food than she can. "I think I smell pork, mmm..."
Fuu don't care too much what she says back. A sarcastic sure or "you've already said that." She doesn't need to know much else from Miss Kasumi. She's learned plenty today. She learned that when a Shinigami asks you to come with her, you don't jump over the bar, knock down some bottles (then knock down the bartender), and scramble--loudly--out of the back door. But habits are a hard thing to break. And I mean, no one looks at a small girl and thinks "well, good golly, better do what she says, else I'll certainly pay for it!"
At least when Blondie caught her, she put the cuffs on front-ways, instead of pinning her hands behind her back. Not that Fuu isn't pining for a stretch break about now. It could have even been worse than a lack of stretch breaks. She hadn't recognized the parasol; that remained safely strapped to Fuuyuko's back.
"I didn't do it," hours in the past, Fuuyuko screeches protestations at the black-robe, "I didn't pilfer that dude's grocery. I...uh...left some coins on the counter. It's not my fucking fault if someone got to it before he did. They probably needed it more than he does! Like, man, his fuckin' shop made Moyamoyasumi look like a shack."
Moyamoyasumi. Fuu purses her lips.
Their bar fiasco didn't have anything to do with petty thieving. The destruction of the tea house, the mass death, the sudden vanishing of a certain Tomie Magahara, was at hand. And the only trail that existed led right to her. It all felt very stupid and silly. The only reason that Fuuyuko Suwa had trekked into the lower districts was to find a Shinigami that combined both sympathy and vague intelligence. The traits didn't often overlap; snooty, don't-touch-me-you-filth's were often a little bit brighter than the aww-you-poor-thing Shinigami. And, as determined as she is on her mission, Fuuyuko cannot stand a smug bitch.
Except the one she came down here looking for. So, the smug bitch position is taken.
Should've gone to the 42nd, she sulks and marches behind Kasumi, small little towheaded girl; thank god they took the straight route through to the 8th, this is downright shameful. Ame and Kuroda have got eyes all over the place, they would've known if she'd been spotted somewhere. Ame's wife could've got me there faster, too.
Her feet ache. Walking non-stop is a common activity of Fuuyuko's, but not like this. Not down backwoods bare path shortcuts that nobody's used in ages. An exit waits on the left, splitting off towards what faintly sounds like hustle and bustle. The main road? Maybe this particular passage is Shinigami access only; they can speedily disperse throughout the Rukongai in times of danger. Then again. Shinigami actually helping the Rukongai. She ups her pace, 'til she's shoulder to...well, not shoulder, but shoulder-to-head with her blonde pal.
"Aren't you hungry? You folks get hungry, don't you?" Said quite plain and proddingly, as if Shinigami don't have stomachs and require no sustenance. Fuuyuko has seen them eat before. They shove away even more food than she can. "I think I smell pork, mmm..."
