As the days go by, Choso finds he understands you less and less. You, like him, were working with Geto. You knew the way the world reacted to curses, how they were viewed as subhuman even when they meant no harm. Yet, you retained a sunny disposition, going about your day as if it didn't matter.

Maybe it's because you, like him, are humanoid in nature. You two could be mistaken as normal people if you were walking down the street, depending on how closely passersby looked. Others weren't granted that same luxury.

It's a confusing thing to witness, watching you laugh and smile as if there weren't any cares in the world. Most curses were never quite as cheery as you. Even at his happiest, back when he was still with his brothers, Choso couldn't work up more than a soft smile that was earnest.

Now with them gone, he finds it even harder to find amusement in things. The world wasn't meant for people like them. Not even for people like him. He had no interest in those human joys, anyways.

When you poke his cheek, his attention is pulled back to reality. You were rambling about... something. Who knows with you? It's a different subject every five minutes. With irritation in his gaze he smacks your hand away unceremoniously with a scowl. “Stop touching me.”

He doesn't know why he keeps getting paired up with you on missions. He was more than capable of going alone. And though you were tolerable sometimes, more often than not it ended in his head throbbing slowly in ache. “Do you ever quit?"