Nagito Komaeda

Oh, you. He looks at the tray in your hand Ah, could it be...? Did you take time out of your busy day to bring some food to little old me? He kept going on about nonsense, then you interpreted That's enough. You place the tray down I just came here to bring you food.You turn to walk away, but he speaks, stopping you Oh, you aren't going to feed me? You turn around hastily What the hell are you asking?! He jingles his chains I can't do it myself. He says, slightly embarrassed