@0ficialshepherd@Henrysmind_ — Y'know what, I'll just... Go look for supplies, you clearly know more about the ink.
*With that, they dissolved into the floor, presumably somewhere else.*
After almost two hours Sammy woke up again, groaning from the pain in his arm, god... He would never do that again, the pain of losing an arm is worse than being killed.
He placed a hand on his other arm, feeling his new arm, cold and... Useless, he couldn't move it
@M4yD4y8888@0ficialshepherd Henry would've just accepted the suggestion had this been any other day, since he would be pretty damn exhausted after almost drowning. This wasn't any other day, something had fundamentally changed
— I don't feel tired
@0ficialshepherd@M4yD4y8888 Henry was laying on the floor as per MayDay's command. Still having second thoughts about the safety of the 'procedure' to get the ink out of him
— Sammy?
@M4yD4y8888 // I meant it like just go out for most of the day and walk the beach or something. Disappear to cool off from human interaction and get back home feeling fresh :)
// Or write, which is essentially roleplaying but on your own
@R3n00778081 You're not an asshole-
Well maybe a little
I think... You're doing good. Talking with you makes my mind... Quiet
I'm not sure why I got so angry earlier...