#finischaldea

“Now, if ya want! C’mon, make me pretty, Yuu.”

     ❛ ... YUUYA. Did my ‘ bang ’ not strike your heart ? People don’t normally get one back ! ❜

“Aww, what’s wrong, Singularity? Am I not pretty enough for your tastes?” He dodges the towel, beginning to slip off his pants...

A muted noise in response, an odd little ‘mrrrr’ that sounds more like a cat than a human. He what, now? It’s easy to feel Yuuya’s embarrassment when his arms are draped over their shoulders and the slight shifts are closely tangible. “’M staying here.” Master’s safe to like and hang around, and Yuuya is rather -- the invert of complaining, as it were.

LIZZY IS THE ONE BULLYING ME

“what is this?” he’s got yuuya’s wrist in his grasp, holding their hand up to the light to better glare at the tiny cut on their palm. “this isn’t anything, it doesn’t need me. come back when you have an infection or need surgery. or at least have some nerve damage. don’t invent things to be concerned about.” it’s a waste of time! come on now, master.

They have not, however, been acknowledged. He’ll put Yuuya down later, once they get where they’re going. Until then, they can deal with being carted around like a sack of flour. Silence is their only response -- maybe if he pretends he didn’t hear them, they’ll give up.