(Again. It sounds so patronizing coming from Matoba. He doesn't like it. And yet with each correction... he has a little less bite. Let him gradually become resigned to the term.)
Tch. (Arms crossed, grumbling,) Coming from you, it all sounds insincere...
Whatever. (He's letting it go,) I can take care of myself but what about you.
(A glance back at the building he'd lost the monster at,)
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(Again. It sounds so patronizing coming from Matoba. He doesn't like it. And yet with each correction... he has a little less bite. Let him gradually become resigned to the term.)
Tch. (Arms crossed, grumbling,) Coming from you, it all sounds insincere...
Whatever. (He's letting it go,) I can take care of myself but what about you.
(A glance back at the building he'd lost the monster at,)
Aren't you worried about it coming back later?
(Like, in the same day?)