Roll over, Rover. Expose that vulnerable underbelly, if you will. Don't worry about the onlooker that waits with a sharp stick and a glint in their eye. You have nothing to fear, of course, so long as you do as you are told.

Roll over.

Play dead.





Good dog.

"And yet that is something a normal person would do." The words are little more than a disinterested drawl as Chara stoops once more, turning out the pockets of whatever remains can still claim to have them. "And you've quite helpfully established that I am nothing of the sort."

You know, actual friendship? The give-and-take thing?

But of course, they would know nothing about that.

He said it himself, after all.