[open] 🐺 but little did I know

[activatingcombatmode]

Type: Text.
Sender ID: activatingcombatmode (Zack Fair)
To: Public.
Subject: About these brand things.
Warnings: Tba.

Hey, so. Where’s the smart people.

You’re all feeling these brands and marks on your hands, aren’t you? Can’t get close to certain people? Can’t hug them? Seriously?

There’s gotta be someone out there who has a potion or a magic spell or something to make them go away. Come on, where are you? Let’s figure this out as soon as possible. Hey?

[Zack can’t touch his boo and this is a fate worse than death and he’d rather be!! Dead!! Someone has to be out there with some sort of solution!?

There is no solution (?). Leviathan magic is just that strong. But he can still publicly complain about it.]

Comments

[activatingcombatmode]

All we can hope for is to try to make some real change for the better, now. I don't want to give up. But something's got to give.

But are you sure, man? I don't mind paying at least a little something.

I get the rush, though. I'm living with my partner from the other side too.

[netherese]

I'm certain. It means a great deal to me to be able to assist.

You have my condolences, of course. Even the most mundane parts of cohabitation are suddenly that much more challenging. I never thought I'd have to take care to ensure the kitchen was unoccupied before making coffee.

[He's trying to have something of a sense of humor about it, but it's difficult when the very reason for it all is so infuriating.]

[activatingcombatmode]

You're a good guy, then. Thanks.

And yeah. I didn't think I'd miss fighting over the bathroom mirror so much.

[SIGH... And then he laughs. It sure makes him appreciate the little things...]