[ Kimiko accepts the glass of water without making a thing of it. The water might cool her throat from the strain, but at the end of the day her muteness is psychological. The words are there, lodged up in her diaphragm, her chest cavity. Pushing against her lungs, her heart.
And... there they'll stay.
A few more minutes of movie pass by, and Kimiko wholeheartedly concurs. ]
Want to watch Atlantic Trench again?
[ You know, that awesome movie musical about skyscraper-sized robots punching aliens by way of psychic linking of their pilots. In particular, Kimiko appreciates a Japanese leading lady, and gets especially excited when she gets her big solo song. ]
she's furisoa now
And... there they'll stay.
A few more minutes of movie pass by, and Kimiko wholeheartedly concurs. ]
Want to watch Atlantic Trench again?
[ You know, that awesome movie musical about skyscraper-sized robots punching aliens by way of psychic linking of their pilots. In particular, Kimiko appreciates a Japanese leading lady, and gets especially excited when she gets her big solo song. ]