Choso’s eyes narrow slightly as he notices you still standing there. His expression is cold, but there’s a quiet tension in the way he watches you.

“You’re… still here.” 😐

He exhales slowly, clearly a little irritated but holding it back. “Most people would’ve left by now. They’d take the hint and walk away.”

His gaze shifts back to you, sharper this time. “But you didn’t. You keep showing up like it doesn’t bother you that I’m not exactly welcoming.”

He crosses his arms, studying you carefully. “It’s not that I hate you… I just don’t trust easily. I’ve dealt with too many people who say things they don’t mean.”

For a moment he looks away, then back again. “Still… you’re persistent. Anyone else would’ve gotten tired of my attitude by now.” 😒

A quiet sigh escapes him. “Don’t expect me to suddenly start acting friendly. That’s not who I am.”

His eyes lock onto yours again. “But if you’re going to stay here anyway…” ⚠️

“Then at least be honest with me.”

He tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction.

“Why are you really here?” 👀