And staying at home with a guy you may care for can be odd, because at that moment, fate hates you for having a chance. YukarixDell if you squint.
"I like being alone. Forever."
"No one can live on their own. You need some kind of human contact."
"I can. And I don't need any."
"You a lie."
"And that's not proper grammar."
"Your hand is absolutely freezing. Don't you know that this could lead to circulation being slowed? Some people lose fingers, you know!"
"I'm alright."
"Put some gloves on, or I'll rub your hands with strawberry-scented body butter until no one can call you macho."
"I like strawberries."
"This one smells like the perfume and makeup."
"Meaning?"
"It's feminized to the max. Put on the gloves."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to get them."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"!"
"No gloves, no cigarettes."
"Give them back."
"No. Put some gloves on."
"How the Hell am I supposed to smoke with gloves on?"
"Not my problem. Put some gloves on."
"No."
"Kiss your cigarettes goodbye."
"I can't; you won't let them near my mouth."
"Smartass."
"Damnit, Yukari!"
"I told you."
"So you throw them out the window? That's littering!"
"Not my problem."
"Tell that to the man yelling angrily outside."
"Crud."
"I think he's a police officer."
"I think you should shut up."
"See? Plenty of contact. Just not human."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you always have that hood up, so you're always a rabbit."
"Your logic is stupid."
"Everything's fucked up. That's why it's all good."
"Not stupid, I guess. Psychotic."
"I think that clown is trying to get in the house."
"Oh, he must be a murderer."
"Or a rapist."
"Or maybe a thief."
"The conversations we have. Call the police. He's got a crowbar, and- holy shit, that's a hatchet. I think there's dried blood on it."
"Calling."
"Well, the officer's happy, so he 'forgot' about me littering. That is a creepy man."
"Who dresses as a clown nowadays?"
"Apparently, serial killers."
"I thought he was a rapist?"
"Who knows?"
"I don't."
"Ditto."
"…"
"…"
"You owe me a pack of cigarettes."
"You'll get cancer."
"It has – or had – filters."
"Oh, so I'm going to get cancer because of second hand smoking. Even better."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit the little bunny."
"What does?"
"A princess tiara."
Slap!
"Ow!"
"Ha ha ha."
"Did you seriously just say 'ha ha ha'?"
"I did. Problem?"
"If you want the honest answer, put that butcher knife down."
"Spoilsport."
"You were expecting anything else?"
"I guess not."
Sigh…
"What's wrong, rabbit-girl?"
"Your anti-social habits."
"I have social media. Isn't that enough?"
"No."
"Well, then."
Honk!
"There's my mom. See you at school. I'll finish the project."
"You don't trust me, do you?"
"No. Sorry about how today worked out."
"Why are you sorry? Did you call the clown over?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"I just am."
"Fine. Take me to that new restaurant."
"I suppose I'll have to pay for it all?"
"No, I owe you for the cigarettes. If you smoke there, though, I will stuff them in your ear."
"Terrifying."
"After setting them alight."
"Alright, alright. See you."