[ It only takes that voice to get Haruki over the edge. Just hearing it makes her stomach churn and gets her adrenaline going.
She hasn't felt like this in a long while.
Striding across the room, she stands in front of where Isuke sits at the table (the table her family ate her, the one where everyone would smile and laugh despite there being either low quality food or just not enough to go around, the table they would always find time to sit at together, as a family) and reaches out to her.
Haruki grabs her by the fabric of top, pulling her up so that they're eye level.
She's livid. She's angry. She's upset. She's sad. There's water welling up at the corner of her eyes, but she holds them back in favor of yelling at her. ]
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She hasn't felt like this in a long while.
Striding across the room, she stands in front of where Isuke sits at the table (the table her family ate her, the one where everyone would smile and laugh despite there being either low quality food or just not enough to go around, the table they would always find time to sit at together, as a family) and reaches out to her.
Haruki grabs her by the fabric of top, pulling her up so that they're eye level.
She's livid. She's angry. She's upset. She's sad. There's water welling up at the corner of her eyes, but she holds them back in favor of yelling at her. ]
What the fuck did you do to my family, Isuke?