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"I'm Min, I called about a drop-in appointment."
"And I'm her parental guardian, Ookoobshoob." Akarsha adds.
"SHUT-IT AKARSHA."
"Shut what?? Come on Min, don't be mean! You're the one who invited me."
"Diya couldn't make it and you were the only other person I could ask."
"Yeah, imagine if you brought Noelle."
"...That's why I said you were my only other option."
"After you've filled out these forms, we'll let you know when we're all set-up. You and... your 'guardian' can sit down over there," the receptionist says, pointing towards a bench.
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"Wow, this isn't that bad."
"The machine isn't on." The artist interrupts Min. "Just remember not to tense your muscles. Remember to breathe."
"Why would I need to remember to brea-- OW, WHAT THE FUCK. This hurts like hell."
"Dude, I literally don't know what you were expecting. Of course it's gonna hurt. It's a needle with a bunch of needles."
"It feels like.... a knife is touching my bone."
"Ohmygod, 'a knife is touching my bone.' Your last words. Rest in peace."
"SHUT YOUR FUCK UP. DON'T JINX... IT."
"URK. My bone." Akarsha mimics a knife going through her stomach using her cellphone, which she had been using to record the entire ordeal. "I can't believe you're getting a tiny, baby knife on your body just to commemorate this beautiful moment. I can't wait to see Diya's reaction to this amazing home video."
Min was never gonna live it down, but that was because Akarsha wasn't going to let her.