Going without a meal, begging and pleading just so I can borrow some money… I never really minded that kinda thing. Only took a moment to put stuff like that behind me.
What really got to me though, was… that look of contempt. Like I’m beneath them.
I thought I’d gotten over that. Thought I’d grown out of it, learned to endure, ignore, and move on.
… Until today.
That thing doesn’t even look like a person. I wouldn’t even know how to describe that floaty thing if someone asked me to. But…
You know what I mean, right? It’s got that… oddly demeaning gaze. At least that’s what it feels like.
It really got to me for some reason.
Weird, squiggly artsy fartsy-lookin’… Tsk. I think it’s making some odd metallic noise, too.
Kinda looks like it's made of gold, doesn’t it? We should scrap it and sell its pieces so we can grab us tons of gourmet beef for a barbecue party.
→ I must inquire: is the thought of food consumption all that you are capable of processing? (Outis)
→ Hey, I spent most of my life hungry, ‘kay? I guess rich kids with full bellies and cushy homes won’t understand. (Rodion)
→ Mmm~ I understand! Beef always tastes good, hungry or not. Even though I’ve never been hungry before I joined the company, hehe. (Hong Lu)
→ That’s not what I— ha ha. (Rodion)