[The pure and unbridled idiocy of this entire situation sours his stomach and makes him wish he could make himself sick, but then he'd have to deal with that, too, and Akira would probably just feed him again anyway. He makes a sound not entirely unlike a cat spitting mid-hiss, and drops backward to sit back on the couch because Akira is still standing too close for him to take a proper step away from him. He seethes, because he won't sob, folds forward at the waist and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes with his elbows on his thighs.]
You're a fool and I should never have assumed you intelligent enough to respect. [He knew he sounded like a petulant child, his words drenched in the mucus coating his throat and rounding out the barbs he attempted to include, but if he didn't try to be scathing now, he would really have lost all of his appearances.]
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You're a fool and I should never have assumed you intelligent enough to respect. [He knew he sounded like a petulant child, his words drenched in the mucus coating his throat and rounding out the barbs he attempted to include, but if he didn't try to be scathing now, he would really have lost all of his appearances.]
[It's fine, probably.]