Xiansheng! S- stop! Youāre making a mess! [ tries to pick him up, but heās all slimy and the ink is also making things difficult. he slips on some of it, knocking his head on the toilet, which blurs his vision for a few minutes. he groans, pawing at his face as he starts releasing more and more pheromones. ] Xiansheng⦠c- calm down and come here. Iāll⦠Iāll fix you. [ one of the five of you come here please! ]
[ Every tentacle coils around Childe's calf like a lifeline, squeezing tight. It's almost like getting one's blood pressure taken except there are no health benefits to this.
And it's slimy.
And those ink stains are never coming out of his clothes. ]
no subject
Well.
Itself.
It's also probably getting ink EVERYwhere. ]
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no subject
And it's slimy.
And those ink stains are never coming out of his clothes. ]