[She does care. Maybe he's not privy to the entire truth, but from his own bitter experience, saying you don't care about people seeing you or caring at all usually means you do. Even so, he can't imagine his company is on her "I do care about visiting" list.
But he's not going to answer that either, because there is no good answer to that. Well, no good answer that keeps Arakita at this strange distance he's been trying to keep, following her into the house and standing in front of her here while refusing to say why he's here or even do anything proactive to move the situation along instead of just barking back at whatever she's saying.
Which is, incidentally, what he does when she once again gives him an out away from the topic of why he's here by saying something like that.
...What the fuck is that, anyway. His cheeks go red for a second there because he's so angry about hearing that, that's it, that's why. There's no other reason they would do that anyway. Nothing related to anything happening here. Nope. Exactly.]
What the hell?! Who do you think I am- some kind of fucking weirdo who's into shit like that?!
[Great, just great. He pauses, clamps up again, and pockets his hands.
He's not a fucking weirdo, at least- well, he's weird for other reasons- but he's a fucking moron for buying into her weird stories- again- and giving her more material (more open spots) for her to poke and prod and tease at. Any other time, and he could deal with it normally. Now, when he's dancing around a giant pit that falls into the void of Why Are You Here, and he certainly doesn't want to give her a stick to push him into it.
Not only that, but if she didn't want him out before and she isn't going to make up another story about this new material, well, she'll probably want him out now. For some reason, he wants that even less than falling into that stupid, stupid pit. ]
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But he's not going to answer that either, because there is no good answer to that. Well, no good answer that keeps Arakita at this strange distance he's been trying to keep, following her into the house and standing in front of her here while refusing to say why he's here or even do anything proactive to move the situation along instead of just barking back at whatever she's saying.
Which is, incidentally, what he does when she once again gives him an out away from the topic of why he's here by saying something like that.
...What the fuck is that, anyway. His cheeks go red for a second there because he's so angry about hearing that, that's it, that's why. There's no other reason they would do that anyway. Nothing related to anything happening here. Nope. Exactly.]
What the hell?! Who do you think I am- some kind of fucking weirdo who's into shit like that?!
[Great, just great. He pauses, clamps up again, and pockets his hands.
He's not a fucking weirdo, at least- well, he's weird for other reasons- but he's a fucking moron for buying into her weird stories- again- and giving her more material (more open spots) for her to poke and prod and tease at. Any other time, and he could deal with it normally. Now, when he's dancing around a giant pit that falls into the void of Why Are You Here, and he certainly doesn't want to give her a stick to push him into it.
Not only that, but if she didn't want him out before and she isn't going to make up another story about this new material, well, she'll probably want him out now. For some reason, he wants that even less than falling into that stupid, stupid pit. ]