He is quite the comedian when he wants to be.

"When you hug me, lifting me is fine, but please do not shake me. I am not frail, but if I wanted to be manhandled, well... there is a time and place for that."

No.

As if by instinct, the cursed hand glows and she sinks her claws into his shoulder, raking his flesh and leaving a deep scratch. "......"

Not if she walks away.

And she has the ability to cover her ears.

His joke would have been no more juvenile than this.

She merely blinked, looking as though she's just trying to remember where she's at. "I.... I feel.... strange. I am sorry about your shoulder."

Are they?

So he claims.

Supposedly.

[key.] not you outing them 😭

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Ever the comedian.

At least that means she heard a joke either way.

She can tell he is lying for her comfort, but for now, she won't press that issue. "I believe so. Perhaps he's wired my body to act through instinct. Whenever you squeezed me, he must have taken that as damaging my body, and had me act accordingly."

it is a trade that only truly benefits you, Mishima.