[So she recognizes that Makima views her as a dog, as his pet, as nothing more than a yes-girl, but she's still excited for the idea of going to see a movie because she truly sees it as a date...?]
[It's... depressing, honestly. She can feel herself cringing. Especially at the idea of him telling her she's his type. Seriously, a dumbass sixteen year old who talks about dicks and boobs all the time, who barely weighs enough to turn on the airbag in the passenger seat... Denji actually believes that?]
[But she just sounds so hopeful. So serious. Wishing it's real. So she stares forward, not responding for half a block. Not until they reach the convenience store and she stops her, motioning her inside.]
Let me grab a beer. [Beat.] Get what you want.
[Once she has a fresh six pack, she passes through the aisles on the way to the front to wait for Denji, then pauses. Debates while studying something, then finally plucks something off the rack and brings it to the counter with her: some concealer, closer to Denji's shade than her own.]
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[It's... depressing, honestly. She can feel herself cringing. Especially at the idea of him telling her she's his type. Seriously, a dumbass sixteen year old who talks about dicks and boobs all the time, who barely weighs enough to turn on the airbag in the passenger seat... Denji actually believes that?]
[But she just sounds so hopeful. So serious. Wishing it's real. So she stares forward, not responding for half a block. Not until they reach the convenience store and she stops her, motioning her inside.]
Let me grab a beer. [Beat.] Get what you want.
[Once she has a fresh six pack, she passes through the aisles on the way to the front to wait for Denji, then pauses. Debates while studying something, then finally plucks something off the rack and brings it to the counter with her: some concealer, closer to Denji's shade than her own.]