Kimiko's gaze skims the top of Furiosa's head for a moment, looking for an answer to that unspoken question between the curve of her ear and the apartment's ceiling, before she carefully screws the wand of dark violent nail polish back into its bottle and sets everything to the side.
Fingertips rest gently on the bulge of muscle in her throat, where the knot of vocal cords faintly jut against skin. Where noise creates vibrations, lays itself into the flesh before extending out into the world.
A faint, air-filled wheeze. No vibration.
She thinks of what she could, or would, say — "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." "うちに帰りたいです." "Hello, Furiosa."
But trying to choke out a single syllable only gets her a second wheeze, a panic in her chest to go with the ringing in her ears. Covering up the misery with a frown, she shakes her head. ]
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Kimiko's gaze skims the top of Furiosa's head for a moment, looking for an answer to that unspoken question between the curve of her ear and the apartment's ceiling, before she carefully screws the wand of dark violent nail polish back into its bottle and sets everything to the side.
Fingertips rest gently on the bulge of muscle in her throat, where the knot of vocal cords faintly jut against skin. Where noise creates vibrations, lays itself into the flesh before extending out into the world.
A faint, air-filled wheeze. No vibration.
She thinks of what she could, or would, say —
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."
"うちに帰りたいです."
"Hello, Furiosa."
But trying to choke out a single syllable only gets her a second wheeze, a panic in her chest to go with the ringing in her ears. Covering up the misery with a frown, she shakes her head. ]