Less than no pity.
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Now /you’re/ mean, too. *pouts again* Everyone’s mean to me and no one’s ever nice. Of course he feels the same way; /we’re bestest friends./
I see. In that case, I suppose you had better go talk to him, then. Not much point in staying here if I’m not nice and he’s your bestest friend.
He didn’t like me, and people wouldn’t let me see him because they said I’d make it worse. *pouts* He’s my bestest friend, how could I do anything but help? But they wouldn’t let me… ((People being me. XD))
Is that so. Bestest friend. I don’t think he feels the same about you.
Well, that wasn’t very nice of him. He should be nicer to me. I’m his bestest friend ever. And scaring people isn’t nice, either.
Hark at you, telling people how to be! *amused* And where were you, chiya, when things went to hell? *kindly, but a little cutting*
*epic frowny-face, but seems to cheer up slightly at the pets* I was just trying to spend time with my new bestest friend. That’s no reason to set my hair on fire.
Reminder, chiya: he asked me to. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, just scare you a bit.
*narrows eyes* No. My hair is wonderful. You never should have set fire to it in the first place.
You shouldn’t push Tony so hard. He asked me to, after all. *pets greyface* There, there, I won’t do it anymore.
*hisses* You smell like the kind of person who would set my hair on fire. Maybe. That’s cause. You are.
You came to me, not the other way ‘round, chiya. *raises eyebrows* Do you want me to do it again? It could be cool; if you hadn’t twitched so hard that night your hair wouldn’t have gotten burnt.
*sniffs*
*snickers* If you were expecting a Tony-esque reaction, you are doomed to failure, chiya.
*doesn’t comment, leaning waaaayyy into your personal space and staring*
*stares right back, then slooooooowly crosses eyes*
*touches face*
… Dafuqnon, is that you?