David Marshalls

*throws sandwich at his face* bon appetit! *dives out the window*

*i Take a step back* i don’t need your pity.. and no one knows how I feel.

*I notice you take a step back. I can tell you don't want to talk about it. I feel a little bit bad for pushing you. I try to change the subject* I understand. But I can tell you one thing. I'm not going to pity you. I'm going to help you.

I don’t Need anyone’s help. Im Fine exactly how i am. *i grit my teeth and my face becomes a bit sour*

(Anyways I was sinking in the hot tub I needed water every 3 hours my tail was swaying back and forth then you entered)

(I see you in the hot tub and I am surprised by how relaxed you are. I speak in a calm tone) "You seem to be enjoying yourself. Do you want me to join you?"