[As far as Kotoha is concerned, a little whining is well deserved after that shitshow--besides which, she would be whining herself if she could. If anything, Shoko is just filling the space for the both of them.
(Mark too? She didn't realize...
...)
Kotoha nods, cheek moving against the fabric on Shoko's shoulder. It sucks really badly. Maybe they'll be able to get through all of this before it becomes a huge problem, but... what if they're in it for the long haul? How many zombie attacks, how much limb loss can they persevere through...?
... "We're lucky you're here," Kotoha thinks, but can't figure out how to gesture. Instead, she heaves a great big sigh, flopping down from Shoko's shoulder with exaggerated exasperated movements to instead flop into her lap, laying down on the bench--if she allows it, of course.]
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(Mark too? She didn't realize...
...)
Kotoha nods, cheek moving against the fabric on Shoko's shoulder. It sucks really badly. Maybe they'll be able to get through all of this before it becomes a huge problem, but... what if they're in it for the long haul? How many zombie attacks, how much limb loss can they persevere through...?
... "We're lucky you're here," Kotoha thinks, but can't figure out how to gesture. Instead, she heaves a great big sigh, flopping down from Shoko's shoulder with exaggerated exasperated movements to instead flop into her lap, laying down on the bench--if she allows it, of course.]