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[Sougo watches her, contemplating other things he can do. She volunteered to do this and all, but that makes it different. He wasn't into treating her terribly, writing on her face with permanent marker, pouring a soda can drink up her nose, threatening with a whip, among many of the other things he would usually do to ridicule girls.
He has a bite of his sandwich.]
Oi, Pussycat, eat up. Afterward we're gonna go for a short walk. And if you're lucky, Master Sougo will give you some... attention. [He puts emphasis on that to make it sound like some kind of terrible thing.]