"How long are you going to get bent out of shape? It's like I could bend over backwards and nothing I do is good enough for you. Is that what it is? You're just going to make me run around everywhere and stress myself out in hopes that you'll stop being constantly pissed off that I'm either--"
She paused and settled a hand upon her hip, "A, trying to do something good, which apparently just doesn't fly with you. Or B, trying to do something nice, which you just don't know how to accept. Or C, just trying to enjoy what little time I have left, which according to you, I'm not allowed to do."
Nabooru raised an eyebrow and she frowned at him prominently. "Do I expect you to thank me at all? No. Of course not, because pretty much everything I've attempted to do has come back to just blow up in my face constantly." She neglected to mention that usually when things like that happened, it was because of him. "But I do expect you to respect me. Because I respect you as a man, as an opponent, as a friend, and as a romantic inclination."
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Way to state the obvious.
"How long are you going to get bent out of shape? It's like I could bend over backwards and nothing I do is good enough for you. Is that what it is? You're just going to make me run around everywhere and stress myself out in hopes that you'll stop being constantly pissed off that I'm either--"
She paused and settled a hand upon her hip, "A, trying to do something good, which apparently just doesn't fly with you. Or B, trying to do something nice, which you just don't know how to accept. Or C, just trying to enjoy what little time I have left, which according to you, I'm not allowed to do."
Nabooru raised an eyebrow and she frowned at him prominently. "Do I expect you to thank me at all? No. Of course not, because pretty much everything I've attempted to do has come back to just blow up in my face constantly." She neglected to mention that usually when things like that happened, it was because of him. "But I do expect you to respect me. Because I respect you as a man, as an opponent, as a friend, and as a romantic inclination."
There, Byrne. Choke on her honesty.