"I refuse."
A vein on Neku's forehead popped
"I absolutely refuse."
The Proxy folded his arms "You're too weak to stand up and go the normal way."
An indignant snort and a snobbish sniff answered him,
"You assume because I'm stuck in this form and banished to the RG, that I even have such...base urges."
"You've been squirming like a two-year-old for five minutes, so I think it's a safe bet that all the broth and crackers you've been eating broke down like normal."
Another sniff "I'm quite sure, dear Neku, that I am merely...slightly uncomfortable."
The teen sniggered "No kidding. I'm not having you wet my couch. Either get your ass up and go, or-"
"A bedpan is so...so undignified! Can't you carry me, Neku-kun?" Joshua whined, looking at his proxy with puppy eyes and a pouty face.
Neku's vein popped again, and he clenched his fingers into fists. I won't strangle him. I won't strangle him. I will not throttle his scrawny neck...
"I could...if you swear by Shibuya never to call me that again. Ever."
Joshua scowled deeply, and then shot his host an evil little grin.
"Don't you DARE!" Neku snarled
"Too late, dear.. Luckily, I can dry my pants."
"DAMN IT JOSHUA!"
"Oh, and Neku?"
Neku froze mid-throttle. Joshua fixed him with a scathing look that reminded the teen exactly who he was glaring at.
"Never...under any circumstances...tell me to swear anything by Shibuya."