suitcaseofnails | One hundred-fifth Nail

...I feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm going to lock myself in my room.

Not normally, but there are a few things that affect me.

I'd ask if you were havin' cramps, but I know it can't be that~

And if it was, I cartainly won't let them stop me from smacking you around~

As if I'd let you.

What's wrong with you, anyway?

Think you can stop me if I really wanted to try, darling?

A very nasty headache that makes it feel like I shot my own nails into my skull.

Right now? Yes.

Ask Legato to get ya somethin'. I'm sure he's got a collection lyin' 'round.

Pft. Aren't you a smug one?

He probably does, but I've decided to not bug him for now.

Maybe.

Just don't look at me when you ain't feelin' good.

Honestly, I think you are. Pft.

Why not? A girl does like looking at cute guys~

You can't prove anythin'.

'Cause I ain't yer caretaker, that's why. Get Legato ta spoon feed you.

Oh, I bet I could~

I don't need a caretaker. I highly doubt he would do anything like that for me.

You've got no proof.

Yer sick. You should at least get someone ta look you over.

Who needs proof?

If you were sick, would you seek out someone to spoon feed you?