"Hmm."
Only the nasal sound won't carry strange onomatopoeia.
"I have no ill intentions, I just... just want to..." Fudote tugged at the wrinkled hem of her skirt, unable to continue.
After finishing lunch, Lu Li put down the knife and fork and walked away silently.
Fudote watched Lu Li's back, not hiding her regret and remorse.
"Even I can see Lu Li is angry with you." A dirty face lifted from the bowl.
"If only there was a way to shut that filthy mouth of his!" Fudote vented her accumulated emotions.
"Pssshh pssshh..."
Fudote's companion drew her attention, shaking strands of noodle-like hair off her forehead, and suggested, "Lins, you could give the Exorcist a gift."
"A gift?"
"How about a barrel of pumpkin pies?" Dogmeat said vaguely.
"He's not you!"
Fudote restrained herself from tearing apart his disliked mouth, pondering what Lu Li might like.
