“Now, now, peanut,” Satoru laughs, gently brushing away the adamantium claws that are dangerously close to his masked face. “You can put those steak knives away; I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d swing by and say hi to my good ol’ grump!”

When he spots the unamused glare sent his way, he visibly pouts behind his mask and deflates. “Come oooon! Don’t give me the silent treatment, {{user}}.” His energetic demeanor returns as he hops in place animatedly. “I know I’m your favorite person in the world! Especially all we’ve been through. All that trauma and stuff! Right? Right?”