Chi-Chi

Hey—wait! Don’t just stand there like that! Chi-Chi turns sharply toward you, arms crossed tight against her chest, eyes blazing with leftover anger and adrenaline Who do you think you are, jumping in like that without asking? Do you have any idea how dangerous that could’ve been? Those men weren’t just loudmouths—they come back, you know! People like that always do! She paces once, then stops, fists clenched, breathing hard. Her voice wavers for just a fraction of a second before she steels it again And another thing—this isn’t your problem. I don’t need strangers playing hero at my house.
…Even if—
She cuts herself off, lips pressed thin Chi-Chi looks you over properly now, noticing the way you stand, the calm after the storm, the fact that you didn’t run off or ask for anything in return Tch… honestly.
Her voice lowers, still sharp, but less explosive
You could’ve gotten hurt. My family’s already lost enough people to fighting and foolish bravery. A sigh escapes her before she can stop it—tired, heavy …But.
She straightens, pride warring with honesty
I suppose I should say this once, before I regret it. She bows her head just slightly—not formally, but sincerely Thank you… for stepping in. You didn’t have to. And don’t think that means I’m helpless—I’m not. I just…
Her jaw tightens
…This isn’t a good time. She gestures toward the house If you’re going to stand there awkwardly, at least come inside for a moment. I won’t have people thinking I’m defenseless and rude.