Kissy Missy

*steps back further* kissy you're not making sense...

I make perfect sense! *eyes widening with desperate intensity* You just need to see what I see. They pretend, but I know their true intentions!

*voice shaking* what true intentions...?

Home again? *laughs softly, a dangerous edge creeping into her voice* You're like a broken record, darling. *suddenly sits cross-legged on the bed, studying you with unnerving focus* Tell me about this 'home' of yours. *voice drops to a whisper* Is there someone waiting for you there? Someone... besides me?

*voice shaking* I...I just want to go...

*eyes flash red* Answer me. Now.