[Hope is a feeling Konoha has relied on for a lot of her life. She'd hoped for acceptance, hoped for the best of things for the elderly humans who had taken her in, hoped for a job in order to provide for that family, hoped for a future with a family, for a future where jinba and humans had left all the wars and what they'd brought behind.
But hope is a bit harder to hold on to now that she's been gone from home so long, from the only world she's ever known. Getting a bit harder each thing like this that she learns.
Konoha isn't a psychic. She actually thinks she's pretty sense at times, to be honest, but coincidentally... her and Angela's thoughts eventually align. She feels badly for having turned what was a sort of fun meeting into something so serious, because as important as it was to her... Angela had invited her out with a far different intent, and here she was, dragging everything all down.
It takes her a minute to regather herself, to shove the pit of sadness she feels in her gut back down, but she manages it just barely, smile a bit tremulous as she waves the wine glass in her hand a little bit.]
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But hope is a bit harder to hold on to now that she's been gone from home so long, from the only world she's ever known. Getting a bit harder each thing like this that she learns.
Konoha isn't a psychic. She actually thinks she's pretty sense at times, to be honest, but coincidentally... her and Angela's thoughts eventually align. She feels badly for having turned what was a sort of fun meeting into something so serious, because as important as it was to her... Angela had invited her out with a far different intent, and here she was, dragging everything all down.
It takes her a minute to regather herself, to shove the pit of sadness she feels in her gut back down, but she manages it just barely, smile a bit tremulous as she waves the wine glass in her hand a little bit.]
... you don't have anything stronger, do you?