- Ｔｏｕｋｏ Ｆｕｋａｗａ
-t a g g e d``A y u m i
Touko simply let her grey, dull, shaky eyes flit from Ayumi to the floor to the ceiling; anything she could set them on. She felt uncomfortable and awkward with this contact, as she had never had much at all. With real people, that is. She'd always eaten every meal alone, in solitude. She was often alone, no friends, nothing. She'd guessed it was because of her disorder, which made all of her crumble into a fine dust, metaphorically.
"Y-you obviously d-d-d-don't care, so why bother asking?" Touko's stuttering habit wasn't getting any better. She swallowed hard, wondering why Ayumi would ask. No one cared about her. No one was her friend. They all hated her. She hated them. She hated them. She hated them. She despised the entire human race. She didn't understand why she looked sick to Ayumi, probably because of the constant dark areas under her eyes and pale skin from having to deal with Syo, and try to prevent Syo, her other identity, from wrecking havoc. She was a crazy erotomaniac with dissociative identity disorder, to other people. She smelled unpleasant and looked unpleasant, or so what she'd came to learn.
Touko was then startled and offended at this girl's display of kindness towards her. "You don't have to be kind to someone like me...." her gaze shifted to the side as Ayumi bowed. She then watched Ayumi's confused expression and knew that she was probably lying. Her habit of accusing others and jumping to conclusions wasn't getting any better either.
"Yes, you would. I'm sure of it. A-And, my name is T-Touko...Touko Fukawa, like you'd care, anyways. Y-you'll probably forget it soon." Touko crossed her arms and looked off. She couldn't bring herself to say anything about where they currently were to Ayumi just yet.
