Re: first class - baths
"I got people, but they don't understand me good." She assumed he had someone close, even if it wasn't Sally, because he sounded like he thought she was supposed to have someone like that. "Ya got someone who understands ya good?" she asked. A pout followed, one that was more dejected than anythin.' "Ya like whoever that person is better than ya like me?" she asked. Maybe he did. He wasn't supposed be in her game anyways, and maybe he'd rather be in his own game. Nah, that wasn't right. He wasn't from some game. He was different. "Aw, they ain't tryin' to be mean. They're just tryin' to help me, but they don't understand how I am." That felt right in the game and out, and she said it louder than the things that were confusin.' "Mister J is supposed to understand me. He's supposed to take care of me," she said, but that all rang wrong. She frowned as she began turnin' it over in her head to see what fit wrong. He got her off track by tellin' her she was brave, and she grinned bright like the hallway bulbs in Arkham. "Gee, ya really think so?" Her foot popped back. It seemed like a foot pop kinda moment, but she wasn't sure if there was a controller combo to make that kinda thing happen.
She frowned again when he asked if Mister J loved her, and she was gettin' tired of bein' sad. She was gonna smack him with the hammer if he kept this up. "Course he does!" she said with loud and boisterous certainty. "Don't ya ask dumb questions like that," she warned, because she was done with frownin.' This was her game, and she wasn't gonna be in a game about frownin.' But there he went again, sayin' Sally was supposed to be special. "Either she's special or she ain't," she insisted, stompin' her purple boot for emphasis. She almost stomped on his toe, but she wasn't gonna do that here, and it was kinda reassurin.' "Why wouldn't ya be good for Sally? Ya seem better than good enough," she insisted, because he wasn't makin' any sense now. She narrowed her gaze and tapped the handle of the hammer against his chest again. "I like ya," she concluded, blushin' and swishin' her hips side to side. Her pigtails waved with the swishin,' and she impulsively hopped up on the head of her hammer and smacked a kiss right on his cheek.