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[stripping]

I have a question - how do you convince your father that just because you've turned nineteen and have a boyfriend, it is not a good time to start speaking of heirs? I love him dearly, but he takes the duties that come from being the head of the temple too much to heart. I haven't even inherited yet, and I'm not old enough to have children!

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[morethanabot]

Just keep telling him?

...You're hurt?

awegh! How did you get anywhere near a weapon!

[stripping]

I will.

I don't know! It shouldn't have happened.

[morethanabot]

Good.

How can't you know!

[stripping]

My memories are vague! I must have walked into something. ...And ended up with a cut on my neck.

[tyki_tock]

Did someone attack you?

[stripping]

No, I - I don't think so.

[tyki_tock]

...Wouldn't you notice?

[stripping]

That's why I'm ruling out the possibility of an attack. I'm not certain what happened, but if someone were actively attempting to harm me, it would be obvious.

You need not worry, anyway. It's merely a prick, it failed to do any real damage. But I thank you for the concern.

[100thbrokendish]

Hurt? Is it another virus?

[stripping]

It could be. I'll have to ask...

[100thbrokendish]

I hope nothing worse happens!

[stripping]

So do I. This is certainly a bad omen.

[stripping]

My father is awfully strange. At least he accepts that I'm going to adopt, rather than marry a woman.

No idea.

[stripping]

Yes, but not now.

It isn't that bad a cut.

[president_omg]

H-h-heris?

You're hurt?

[stripping]

...Yes. Heirs.

It's only a scratch.

[president_omg]

[aaaand horrible images of male pregnancy pop into his head...and done]

Where is it?

[stripping]

I convinced him I was going to adopt. Someday.

On my neck.