[He isn't quite sure whether he's feeling encouraged or not. Lazarus expressing some confidence helps, but while Misa has stopped outright glaring, her dubious look is not helping him. And neither are her descriptors.]
I have told you before that I am not a child . . . [Absolutely no bite in his voice. But apparently he has to correct her again. And while he won't actually argue it, he has no idea where she gets the impression that he's scary-looking. Strange-looking, he understands. But scary? He's the furthest thing from that.] But I suppose we could use some help.
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I have told you before that I am not a child . . . [Absolutely no bite in his voice. But apparently he has to correct her again. And while he won't actually argue it, he has no idea where she gets the impression that he's scary-looking. Strange-looking, he understands. But scary? He's the furthest thing from that.] But I suppose we could use some help.