You call it manipulating.
You call me manipulating.
But I don't laugh, because I know you don't mean it as a joke. Your mouth is smiling, but you're gripping my hand a little too tight and the line at the corner of your mouth is twitching just enough to be off.
You call me manipulating.
I call you controlling.
But I don't really care. It's just you and me, no one else. And I'm not brave enough to find someone new.
"You are a vain, moody, attention-starved freak. You buy compulsively and put too much soy sauce on the food and never return the CD's you borrow and you always leave my room a mess even when you barely let me enter yours and you can't cook anything without starting a fire. You have no idea how to wash or clean or do any chore in the house! You are a bitchy, selfish, cranky, self-centered, cruel, sadistic, violent bastard that enjoys torturing others and getting into fights and causing troubles and thinks that he can just walk away from them by looking pretty and lying!"
The older boy looks up from the magazine, blinking uninterestedly at him.
"…Your point?"
Yoh nearly slapped himself. He thought it should be obvious by now!
"Who else but me is gonna stand all of that?"