It's nice to meet you. [polite, with a bow of his head and still with the air of a flinch just waiting to happen. like he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, though that's thawing.]
I like your name.
you're naturally cruel, to play with him. you know you'll hurt him in the end. you can't help yourself, your nature. you hurt everyone.
hurt him now.
[the boy's room comes up, and again entering it will cut off that skittering feeling down the neck.]
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I like your name.
you're naturally cruel, to play with him. you know you'll hurt him in the end. you can't help yourself, your nature. you hurt everyone.
hurt him now.
[the boy's room comes up, and again entering it will cut off that skittering feeling down the neck.]