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Rattrap isn't usually the type to sulk, but that's what he's most certainly doing today. He's seated on his couch, hunched forward with his hands clasped between his knees and pouting.
"Y'eva' feel like y'ain't bein' given a choice 'bout what happens in yer life?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. "Like... like ev'ryone yanno's made up dere minds 'bout somethin' you "want" an' if y'disagree wit' 'em, yer jus' protestin' cuz y'don't wanna admit it. Y'tell 'em ta back off, but it don't do no good."
He lets out a frustrated sigh and scratches the back of his neck in irritation. "An', so dere's dis femme. Girl. What have ya. She's real pretty, an' y'cain't deny it, she's got all th' qualities dat ya usually look fer, but... ya really jus' ain't int'rested at th' moment. Whaddya do? She ain't really th' type t'take no fer an answer..."
"Y'eva' feel like y'ain't bein' given a choice 'bout what happens in yer life?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. "Like... like ev'ryone yanno's made up dere minds 'bout somethin' you "want" an' if y'disagree wit' 'em, yer jus' protestin' cuz y'don't wanna admit it. Y'tell 'em ta back off, but it don't do no good."
He lets out a frustrated sigh and scratches the back of his neck in irritation. "An', so dere's dis femme. Girl. What have ya. She's real pretty, an' y'cain't deny it, she's got all th' qualities dat ya usually look fer, but... ya really jus' ain't int'rested at th' moment. Whaddya do? She ain't really th' type t'take no fer an answer..."