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[megadidit]

Rock walked into the Nexus, 'Caution: Mother Theresa Was A Better Liar Than This Guy.' still stamped on his forehead in blue ink. He had the ink on his hands too, were he had tried to rub it off his knees, which was why he was wearing jeans today.

"How do you get ink off of things? 'Cuz this stuff's not coming off!"

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[betterthanhim]

*trying not to smile* I think you're stuck.

[megadidit]

Rock tried to keep a look of innocence, guessing Proto hadn't been by the house yet. "Awww, it's got to come off with something!"

[betterthanhim]

*hasn't, fortunately* It looks like a LOL to me. You're stuck until it wears off.

[megadidit]

"But-but, what about the ink that's not on my head? Is that part of the LOL too?" Noooo, there's no way he'd clean it up in time now!

[betterthanhim]

...And where is this ink?

[megadidit]

...He raised his hands. "Uh, how was your day?" Attempt at subject change go!

[betterthanhim]

*not gonna work* What have you done?

[megadidit]

Rock froze, quickly trying to come up with something. "W-what do you mean?"

[betterthanhim]

You made a mess, didn't you?

[megadidit]

"I don't see where you keep getting the idea that I did something!" He mentally winced as he realized he was just digging a deeper hole.

[betterthanhim]

*shakes his head* You're helping to clean it up, whatever it is.

[megadidit]

"But it won't come oooooff!" He whined.

[betterthanhim]

*shrugs* Then we'll wait until it does.

[megadidit]

Rock blinked. Proto hadn't gotten mad? Well, he hadn't see the mess but still. He didn't seem to really care. "You're...not mad?"

[betterthanhim]

*teasing voice* Would you feel better if I grounded you? I'm not mad. Clef, on the other hand, is pissed. She says you two dripped some on her.

[megadidit]

"Noooo. And I said sorry. She shouldn't have got in the way anyway."