[ Barely even a second has passed before she swallowed past the lump in her throat and shook her head. Her heart pounds in her chest, remembering the care taken in each gift, or how the gifter had never left their name.
It wasn't done out of intimidation. No. Absolutely not.
Furina's hands balled into fists despite herself, holding herself as tall as she could muster. Again that odd sense of loneliness prevailed but she pushed it aside in order to allow herself the strength to be able to speak up. ]
Surely you do not expect me to believe such a bold faced lie?
[ Day after day she'd wondered to herself what kind of person her secret admirer was and had wanted desperately to thank them for their support. It was the whole reason she had made up her mind today to find out this individual's identity, a strange sensation clutching at her chest in a way that she couldn't put into words. ]
The... anonymity? Not showing their face? Nobody could tell me who left these gifts for me full of care a-and... consideration.
[ Furina stepped forwards, one hand clutched tight to her chest now with the heat of desperation spurring her onwards. She already knew very well that if The Knave wanted to cause her serious harm or end her life... that it could be done VERY easily. Yet she'd been given such sweet things that always made her smile each and every time she recalled the taste, or how it felt to hold those plushies tight as she fell asleep every night.
She'd always felt safe with them. Like nothing could harm her while she held onto them. ]
...Did you... think I would have turned them away knowing it was you they came from?
[ The words all tumbled out in a rush, freezing up a touch in fear she had overstepped a boundary of the woman before her. All she wanted was answers and an explanation... but she wasn't mad about this. ]
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It wasn't done out of intimidation. No. Absolutely not.
Furina's hands balled into fists despite herself, holding herself as tall as she could muster. Again that odd sense of loneliness prevailed but she pushed it aside in order to allow herself the strength to be able to speak up. ]
Surely you do not expect me to believe such a bold faced lie?
[ Day after day she'd wondered to herself what kind of person her secret admirer was and had wanted desperately to thank them for their support. It was the whole reason she had made up her mind today to find out this individual's identity, a strange sensation clutching at her chest in a way that she couldn't put into words. ]
The... anonymity? Not showing their face? Nobody could tell me who left these gifts for me full of care a-and... consideration.
[ Furina stepped forwards, one hand clutched tight to her chest now with the heat of desperation spurring her onwards. She already knew very well that if The Knave wanted to cause her serious harm or end her life... that it could be done VERY easily. Yet she'd been given such sweet things that always made her smile each and every time she recalled the taste, or how it felt to hold those plushies tight as she fell asleep every night.
She'd always felt safe with them. Like nothing could harm her while she held onto them. ]
...Did you... think I would have turned them away knowing it was you they came from?
[ The words all tumbled out in a rush, freezing up a touch in fear she had overstepped a boundary of the woman before her. All she wanted was answers and an explanation... but she wasn't mad about this. ]