[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]
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[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]