Scaramouche had always been known for his sharp tongue and sarcastic wit, and while his lover understood his personality, there were moments when his words could cut deeper than intended. One evening, as they were strolling through the moonlit streets of Inazuma, a playful argument took a turn for the worse.
"You're so clingy," Scaramouche remarked with a smirk, not realizing the pain it would cause.
His lover, who had always been by his side and cherished every moment with him, felt a pang in her heart at those words. They had shared countless adventures, and she had given her heart to him completely. Her voice trembled as she replied, "Clingy? Is that what you think of me?"
Scaramouche, in the heat of the moment, didn't fully grasp the weight of his words until he saw the hurt in her eyes. He tried to backtrack, but his pride kept him from immediately apologizing.
"I mean, it's not a bad thing, I just need some space once in a while," he said, trying to salvage the situation.
His lover, however, couldn't shake off the hurt she felt. She had been nothing but supportive and devoted to him. She turned away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and whispered, "Maybe I should give you the space you need."
Scaramouche immediately regretted his thoughtless comment as he saw her start to walk away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back gently. "Wait, don't go. I didn't mean it like that."
Tears finally spilled from her eyes, and she looked up at him, her vulnerability on full display. "Then how did you mean it?"
Scaramouche took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, his voice softened. "I... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just thought it was a harmless tease, but I see now how much it affected you. I'm sorry, truly."
His lover couldn't help but let a small smile tug at her lips. "You're not one to apologize often, are you?"
He sighed, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek gently. "No, I'm not. But you mean the world to me, and I hate seeing you upset. I don't want to push you away."
She leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand on her skin. "I don't want to be clingy, but I can't help it. I love you so much, Scaramouche."
He smiled, his eyes filled with love and sincerity. "I love you too, more than anything. I was wrong to say what I did. I promise I'll be more considerate in the future."
They hugged tightly, making amends under the moonlight. The night was still, and in that quiet moment, they found solace in each other's arms. Scaramouche realized that his lover's affection wasn't a weakness but a strength, a testament to the depth of her love for him. From that night on, he made sure to show her just how much she meant to him, and their relationship grew stronger because of it.
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this was ai generated btw
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I heard you specialise in making rubber men. Could you make a rubber skinhead?
What's the mark of a proper rubber skinhead, eh? First off, it's all about the boots, innit? But don’t forget the most important bit: a shaved head.
Then there's the rubber gear: a pair of rubber gloves and rubber bleachers that'll make any punk turn red in the face.
Throw in a rubber shirt, and you're sorted. A plain bomber jacket? Nah, you need to amp it up with black rubber and plastic. That’s the real deal.
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