[Tohsaka isn't asking. She puts down her bowl and chopsticks to grab his face and force him to do as he's told. Hand on his jaw, she holds him in place. Blue eyes stare directly into the muddled green-grey of Fuuta's.]
Don't you think I already know that? You may not share a lot about your life, but you wear yourself pretty plainly on your sleeve. I like that, but you don't seem to understand that about yourself. If you were that type of scumbag I'd know. If you were that type of person we'd not be...
[Well. What are they? She can't exactly say they're partners or colleagues or anything else. But he's — he's something. He's... Rin's throat closes up. A knot forms, and makes it hard to speak. Her hand lets go of his face. Rin's expression twists as Dabi's stupid voice sounds off in her head.]
We wouldn't be friends if you were that type of person.
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[Tohsaka isn't asking. She puts down her bowl and chopsticks to grab his face and force him to do as he's told. Hand on his jaw, she holds him in place. Blue eyes stare directly into the muddled green-grey of Fuuta's.]
Don't you think I already know that? You may not share a lot about your life, but you wear yourself pretty plainly on your sleeve. I like that, but you don't seem to understand that about yourself. If you were that type of scumbag I'd know. If you were that type of person we'd not be...
[Well. What are they? She can't exactly say they're partners or colleagues or anything else. But he's — he's something. He's... Rin's throat closes up. A knot forms, and makes it hard to speak. Her hand lets go of his face. Rin's expression twists as Dabi's stupid voice sounds off in her head.]
We wouldn't be friends if you were that type of person.