The girl behind her has made no noise in her approach - or maybe she has, but it's been drowned out by Akazome's crusty wheezing laughter as it catches into her gut and rips free like a fishhook. She digs her nails into the wall beside her to hold her up, filthy tears streaming down her cheeks and collecting under her chin.
"- and you! And you and you and you and! You! Here! Trailing an unfinished job, unfinished, unfinished job trailing and unfinished trailing an unfinished trailing trailing trailing. Your hair looks like you tore it all out and stuffed the roots back in and you're waiting for it to rot, your eyes are eaten, I cannot believe this. Tower crowned grey when you spilled us around your necklace in teeth, I cannot believe this!"
