(Karsten)
To my astonishment, on the way home, Arata struck up a conversation with me. Mostly, she ignored my existence and stared out.
"Don't you get tired of making other people's lives difficult?" She asked, staring at me as one does towards a clown.
Where was she coming from?
"Whatever do you mean?" I tilted my body so I could face her more properly. From the moment I made her sit in my lap, she had been fastening her seatbelt without me telling her.
"First me, now Nasia. Do you have a kink where you get off by making others suffer?" She deadpanned, staring me straight in the eyes, disappointment so visible on her face.
It grated at my heart, but I had to keep up the façade of not caring.
"Maybe, people should quit if they can't handle criticism." I shrugged my shoulders at her.
