A calmer Futaba will know that he means well — but when she's as crowded as she is, sensibility becomes a foreign concept. She wants to get out. Suddenly needs the safety of her four walls ( as unfamiliar as they are, now ) like she needs air, where no one will be speaking to her or bumping into her or — anything, really.
She was supposed to be better about crowds. She was better about crowds, but progress is never a steady thing.
So, she takes another step backward. Then another. She plans to turn and run into the nearest alleyway to breathe when she ends up backing into another solid object. Another man, who's definitely not as well-meaning as Richie is—
What the hell, kid! Get out of my way! ... And here she is, stuck between a rock and a hard place. ]
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A calmer Futaba will know that he means well — but when she's as crowded as she is, sensibility becomes a foreign concept. She wants to get out. Suddenly needs the safety of her four walls ( as unfamiliar as they are, now ) like she needs air, where no one will be speaking to her or bumping into her or — anything, really.
She was supposed to be better about crowds. She was better about crowds, but progress is never a steady thing.
So, she takes another step backward. Then another. She plans to turn and run into the nearest alleyway to breathe when she ends up backing into another solid object. Another man, who's definitely not as well-meaning as Richie is—
What the hell, kid! Get out of my way! ... And here she is, stuck between a rock and a hard place. ]