//Ryou…//
…
//Ryou, what are you doing? //
…
//You're doing it again, aren't you? //
…Shut up.
//That's no way to speak to me, is it? //
…Just go away.
//That won't be happening any day soon. //
…
//Don't want to talk to me? //
…
//Fine.
Go about your business—I'll watch. //
Leave me the hell alone.
//You're going to start throwing obscenities now?
That's rather low of you. //
…
(mockingly) //Aww, suddenly lost the will, eh?
Nevermind me—you won't even know I'm here. //
(pounding his fist against the wall) Shut up!
//Be careful not to start shouting out loud—
you don't want your father to barge in on you, do you?//
Of course not! Stop aggravating me!
//Anger—I like. Do it some more. //
Damn it! Leave me alone!
//Your color's all flushed—you're breathing laboriously.
I like this very much. //
Fuck off!
//After you.
Now, finish what you started. //
Why do you always have to be pestering me?
Can't you give me ten minutes of silence?
//Of course not. Stop aggravating me. //
(both hands on the wall) You're so immature.
//Me? You're the one who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. //
Where do you learn such clichés?
//I have the best of teachers—you're a walking cliché.
Just look at yourself—'Woe is me, boo hoo.'//
Eat shit and die.
//A little late for that. //
(sniffling)
//Ra on a stick. Are you crying, you pansy?
Daddy won't get you a cat, you little girl?
Anniversary of your mother's death—
go think about her while you cuff in the powder room, eh?//
SHUT UP! What the HELL do you know about it?
You don't know ANYTHING!! (pounding his fist on the wall)
I hate you. I HATE YOU!!
(door knob rattles—the door is locked) "Ryou, are you alright?"
(on a scratchy throat) "…I'm fine, dad. I'll be out in a second."
//…
Your precious therapist will hear about this. //
…
//What do you plan to tell him?
All of it? All your secrets?
About how you pine?
About your bad habits?
About the hateful words you write about your father?
About me?
…
Or is that a confession for your priest? //
(sniffling) …shut up…
//…
For Ra's sake, make yourself presentable, before your father really starts to suspect. //
