text; un: yuheng

[wooden_one]

I need someone who has some skill in medicine making. I need a medicine I brought with me replicated.

I will compensate you for your time.

It is not urgent.

[It is a little bit urgent? Not right now but soon...but is he going to say that? Of course not.]

Comments

[wooden_one]

Stop calling me 'love'!

[He's angry because he's really flustered now.]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Would you prefer mate?

[wooden_one]

...we're not friends.

[He sounds less flustered but still a little confused (and irritated).]

Why does there need to be any of these...names?

[bravelyrunsaway]

May as well ask why it is I speak a certain way, love. I assure you, with heartfelt sincerity, it's not a jape at your expense.

[wooden_one]

[He's still dying of embarrassment here!!]

...it's improper.

[bravelyrunsaway]

To you, perhaps. Your sense of proper isn't likely to be the same as mine, you agree?

[wooden_one]

[...]

I suppose.

[He agrees with the reluctance of someone forced to concede.]