Flurry of Fussing Starters
“I can’t believe them. Who do they think they are?!”
“Just let me fix that for you. Here just hold still.”
“This could do with a good brushing.”
“It’s fine, you don’t need to fidget with it.”
“Let me fix that for you.”
“I’ve got it. There, all better.”
“You’ve got hair in your face.”
“I don’t like how many people keep giving you that look.”
“Someone seems a little jealous?”
“I saw your shirt had a few holes in it so… here you go.”
“This needs some attention. No, I’ve got it. Really I do.”
“The audacity. The nerve. The absolute lack of respect!”
“We should talk about what happened.”
“Understand one thing: I do not like them.”
“For someone who’s over it, you certainly haven’t let go of it.”
“I think that someone has something on their mind, hmmm?”
“I haven’t seen you in how long? Shush let me take care of it.”
“You didn’t have to go ahead and make food.”
“That was the last time you ate a home cooked meal? Move over.”
“Really, I’m fine, this isn’t a fever. I’m just a little dizzy.”
“Stop, I’m not ill. Stop now, enough. Uhhhg… you aren’t going to stop are you?”
“Take this. It will do you some good.”
“This person definitely is not in your line of sights for any reason, huh?”
“Hmm… sounds like something else to me. Just saying.”
“So a sentient shackle to make sure of my well being, is that how this goes now?”