If you're expecting me to strip... *sighs* You don't have to. It just would have made answering your question easier.
... You've been around here for no reason too long. Am I not allowed to worry?
Weak. No. So, what...am I not supposed to care what happens to you? *flatly*
You can. -flippantly- But I won't accept it, and that includes you hovering. Oh like that's my fault. *snapped* I don't need your acceptance.
Then why don't you leave? Because I'm gonna make sure you'll be fine whether you like it or not. Tell me how many of your stitches you ripped.
... I didn't count. They popped too fast. And they're annoying. Yeah, but you leave 'em untreated, they'll get infected and then I'll be here longer. At least...let me clean them out before I go?
Don't think I can't do it myself. I don't. But it'll be easier if I do it.
So? Easier, thus faster, thus I am gone sooner. This is the goal, is it not?
You said you would leave when I took a look at them.Which you haven't yet. *dryly*
I'll wait until you're gone. ...*a sigh* If you want me gone so badly, you could just say it straight. *dryly* Ask me to leave, use my name. It gets amazing results.
... Leave. ...One question, first--Do you even
remember my name?
No. ...Chrome Dokuro.
Remember it this time. *sounds of some getting up, and the door opening and then closing*
Mm. *recording clicks off*