#((apologies

Would he be mad and fight with you more or drag you to bed or silently let you sleep on the couch??

lmk × ×

It’s rare the two of you fight.

Argue? Sure.

Purposefully annoy each other? Definitely. Simon loves crawling under your skin just so he can watch you ride your frustrations out on his cock. He can’t help it, you’re cute.

But fighting? Petty comments, growling harsh words at each other, suffocating tension, silent treatment, and stubborn avoidance? You and Simon don’t do that.

Simon admits, he’s not exactly the easiest person to date, but you’re incredibly patient with him, even when he’s not communicating the way you need him to.

He’s a work in progress.

So, when you walk out of the shower, tugging on one of his oversized shirts, he thinks you’ll crawl into bed next to him like always. Instead, you grab your pillow, an extra blanket, and leave the room. Riley follows behind you, his own dog betraying him.

You have to be teasing, trying to teach him some lesson, remind him what it feels like to sleep in an empty bed if he doesn’t straighten up. He should be the one out there, sleeping in the dog house.

He lets you lay out there for exactly 12 minutes.

When he scoops you up, you pretend you’re asleep. Even when he lays you down on your side of the bed and slides in, you keep up the act.

“Oy,” He grumbles, pinching your cheek lightly, “I know you’re awake, dove.”

A breath of a smile twitches at the corners of your lips, but you turn your face into the pillow. No problem, he hoists you in his lap easy enough, pressed against the bed frame, and rests his hands on your spread thighs.

“Why the bloody hell you sleepin’ out there?”

You scowl at him, “Don’t wanna sleep with you.”

“No?” He tilts his head, smoothing his palms under your, his, shirt, “Why not, pretty girl?”

“Mad at you.”

He huffs a laugh, “Wearin’ my shirt, but don’t wan’ sleep with me?”

You start to peel the shirt off begrudgingly, but he swats your hands away, holding you in place with his thumb on your chin.

“ ‘nough of that. What kinda man d’ya think I am? Letting my bird sleep on a bloody sofa.” He says, “Send me out there.”

“But your feet hang off the edge.” You frown and it tightens his chest, even when you’re mad you’re thinking of his comfort.

He’d wake up with a hunched back and cramped legs if it made you happy.

i also regularly see them making jokes about their young female clients being with elderly and borderline abusive men. also jokes about “maybe a bbl will make you feel better”, “you aren’t ugly, you just need to get bread and come into my practice”

THESE MFS ARE EVIL!! THEY ARE FUCKING EVIL!!! i want to throw BRICKS THROUGH THEIR PRACTICE WINDOWS WHENEVER I SEE THEM!!! THEY ARE FUCKING LYING TO YOU THEY ARE PROFITING OFF FEMALE INSECURITY THEY WANT YOU TO FEEL FAT AND UGLY!! THEY WILL BUTCHER UR SURGERY AND THEN TELL YOU ITS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT!! MOTHER FUCKER THEY WILL KILL YOU!! THEY ARE NOT UR FRIEND THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE YOU HATE YOURSELF!! THEY ARE THE FUCKING ENEMY TO ALL WOMEN!!

DO NOT CALL ME BESTIE, GIRLIE, WHATEVER!! I NEED YOU IN A CELL!!!!!!

Bonus:

definitely believe the theory that the SOUL temporarily leaves Kris whenever we think about what Susie is up to.

in fact, I think that's the first time Kris has prompted us themself (rather than Ralsei, and if you believe non-dialogue game text in parenthesis is Kris's thoughts and feelings) to think about Susie, probably because we could get to her faster to protect her!

whether or not they could follow after us in the pitch dark by some trail only they can see, or they just followed the sound of Susie freaking out, well. who's to say? it's a fun visual regardless

all dialogue is taken straight from the game btw!

apologizing for crying... for making noise. apologizing for bleeding all over someone. apologizing for wanting comfort -- for wanting to be held, for not wanting to be alone.

apologizing for their jerky movements. for not being able to keep still with how badly it hurts.

apologizing for "being a burden." apologizing for "being too much."

apologizing to caretaker... to whumper... to no one at all.

maybe caretaker reassures them.

"stop it. don't ever say that again, whumpee. you have nothing to be sorry for."

"oh honey, it's okay, just don't talk right now. you're hurt."