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[thesettingsun]

hey so quick question
how do I explain why I bleed ink to my boyfriend

-yes he's already seen it
-I was cutting up vegetables and scratched a finger
-it'd be great if someone could give advice relatively soon because I don't know how long 'I need to lie down and then I'll talk to you about it' will work, he's still panicking he's just not demanding an answer right this second

thanks for the help

Comments

[playdolls]

Aren't you the one who heals when you eat ink... I don't think it's that surprising that you'd bleed it too.

[thesettingsun]

Mista doesn't have Retrospec access anymore, and I haven't actually drank ink in front of him.

[playdolls]

So your relationship is a lie!

[thesettingsun]

[if he wasn't so gloomy right now, he would at least briefly consider tracking them down and stabbing them]

He had access when we started dating! It's not a lie! It's not our fault that he forgot!

[playdolls]

I'd just dump him and move on.

[thesettingsun]

Thanks for your opinion, now please fuck off.

[playdolls]

What good is someone who can't even use a phone app?

[thesettingsun]

[Considering murder more strongly now...]

Don't ever insult him to me again.

[playdolls]

Or what. You'll bleed ink at me?

[thesettingsun]

You've seen me carry a giant scythe. What do you think?

[playdolls]

That you're too weak to use it.

[thesettingsun]

This isn't the first time you've underestimated someone and then they've stabbed you, is it?

[playdolls]

Of course not.

[thesettingsun]

Good. At least I can soothe myself with thoughts of stabbing.

[playdolls]

I fought a man with a scythe... I took his head off. And sewed it back on and kept him as my plaything.

Maybe you're next.

[thesettingsun]

You know that's super gross, right? I just want to make sure you know that, independently of how much I hate your guts.

[playdolls]

We can fight, if you hate me so much. I don't mind.

[thesettingsun]

I'm busy.