[ Such unnerving eyes... All that's missing is the fence. Midori is right that everything to do with him is terrible for one's health; he's choosing every remark deliberately. He must be. Distorting the truth wasn't enough, destroying everything wasn't, this constant humiliation isn't. Is this what he deems reasonable?
Even seemingly innocuous cups of water were anything but that in Midori's hands! Alice remembers that he felt worse before he felt the slightest bit better, bloated and queasy alongside the disoriented dizziness and frantic desperation, making for a package crammed full of misery.
The question is another cruel blow, a taunt because in the end, none of that helped the person that it was really supposed to help, did it?
He gives up on answering in English. It's too exhausting to pay attention to each sentence he hears, and come up with responses that fit, and think about grammar and pronunciation, all while growing increasingly irritated. And Midori is undoubtedly showing off!
Seeing the man back away in his seat is the smallest victory — has something finally made even him uneasy? ]
...No! You think of me as a crybaby and a glutton. That really hurts, you know, after we've spent so much time together! I want a proper apology, with a hug and a kiss, while you tell me that I'm the most perfect and most wonderful man in the world. Then I'll forget that we argued, just like you made me forget so many horrible things... I'll even sit in your lap, since you wanted to hold me, and we can share your cake as a cute couple.
[ The table's protests go ignored as Alice braces himself against its surface, compensating for Midori's placing some distance between them. The effect is closer to a threat than anything to match the accompanying words, even if Alice makes a genuine effort to stay in character for the ridiculous role he's playing, though he won't go so far as to bat his eyelashes like Midori does. It should be off-putting enough that he's leaning in as though he's seconds away from that kiss instead of wanting to wring Midori's neck! ]
NO he will be a good big brother, no more jail
Even seemingly innocuous cups of water were anything but that in Midori's hands! Alice remembers that he felt worse before he felt the slightest bit better, bloated and queasy alongside the disoriented dizziness and frantic desperation, making for a package crammed full of misery.
The question is another cruel blow, a taunt because in the end, none of that helped the person that it was really supposed to help, did it?
He gives up on answering in English. It's too exhausting to pay attention to each sentence he hears, and come up with responses that fit, and think about grammar and pronunciation, all while growing increasingly irritated. And Midori is undoubtedly showing off!
Seeing the man back away in his seat is the smallest victory — has something finally made even him uneasy? ]
...No! You think of me as a crybaby and a glutton. That really hurts, you know, after we've spent so much time together! I want a proper apology, with a hug and a kiss, while you tell me that I'm the most perfect and most wonderful man in the world. Then I'll forget that we argued, just like you made me forget so many horrible things... I'll even sit in your lap, since you wanted to hold me, and we can share your cake as a cute couple.
[ The table's protests go ignored as Alice braces himself against its surface, compensating for Midori's placing some distance between them. The effect is closer to a threat than anything to match the accompanying words, even if Alice makes a genuine effort to stay in character for the ridiculous role he's playing, though he won't go so far as to bat his eyelashes like Midori does. It should be off-putting enough that he's leaning in as though he's seconds away from that kiss instead of wanting to wring Midori's neck! ]