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@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”

“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.

“Oh sorry, I’m asking for the impossible.” He just grins.

“Yeah ‘cause you can’t just stop being so cute!”

“No no, you can’t.”

“Michael, I will fight you on this.” 

@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”

“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.

“Oh sorry, I’m asking for the impossible.” He just grins.

“Yeah ‘cause you can’t just stop being so cute!”

@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”

“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.

He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”

“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.” 

He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.

He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..” 

He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.

“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted. 

He chuckles again and stares. “Isn’t that sweet? But don’t go around hurting yourself for no reason now.”

“Hey..I had a reason.” He smiled, “Plus it’s nice for someone to be concerned for me that isn’t my daughter sticking bandages on my face..” 

He smiles a little. “Heh, hey I might just stick bandages on your face now for the heck of it.” He jokes.

“Please no. I got too many scars, I’ll just be a mummy.” 

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.

He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”

“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.” 

He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.

He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..” 

He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.

“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted. 

He chuckles again and stares. “Isn’t that sweet? But don’t go around hurting yourself for no reason now.”

“Hey..I had a reason.” He smiled, “Plus it’s nice for someone to be concerned for me that isn’t my daughter sticking bandages on my face..” 

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.

He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”

“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.” 

He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.

He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..” 

He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.

“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted. 

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.

He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”

“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.” 

He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.

He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..” 

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.

He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”

“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.” 

He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.

He gave a smile, "..Fair enough." The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. "..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?" He couldn't help but smile still.

“Hey I’m not the trash bear who wanted to be so intimidated, you had to take over someone else’s spot. You don’t scare me with your words, you ugly Yogi Bear.”