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Subspace grumbled as he packed his things to stay at his girlfriend’s apartment. Everyone knows that taking breaks are for losers, especially for the Greatest Scientist of Blackrock! He forced himself into the car, and Biograft drove him away from glorious Blackrock to dumb old Crossroads.
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“Aha, there you are! I thought you would've found a way to slip away this time.” Vinestaff teased.
“As if I could keep someone like YOU away from ME!!!” Subspace spat, crossing his arms.
Vinestaff chuckled warmly, helping him over to the couch and retrieving cups of tea. She blew the hot drink gently, bringing the cup to Subspace’s ragged lips.
“I can do it myself, you know??!!?” Subspace hissed, accepting it anyway. This was just too much! Someone like him didn’t need to be pampered constantly, he was the Great Subspace T. Mine, after all! If anything, he’d rather be taking care of Vinestaff instead. She had a curse that needed a cure. If she would just stop pestering him about his own health, he probably would have found a cure long ago!
“...Subspace, you’re taking a reaallly long sip.” She stared at Subspace, who snapped out of his train of thought.
“Gah, let’s just get this over with! I need to… get back to uh…!” He stuttered, remembering that he had work off. “UGHHHH, I NEED TO GO BACK TO WORK!!!”
Vinestaff rolled her eyes. “SFOTH forbid I want to spend some time with my lover,”
planting a kiss on his cheek before standing up, leaving Subspace a reddening mess. She started toward her room. “If you want to do things yourself, then you’ll probably be able to clean up your rot and bandage yourself up just fine!”
Subspace sighed, annoyed. She always cornered him eventually!... not that it was flattering, or anything! He limped toward her, finally accepting defeat. Not like being cared for by an inphernal like her was a bad thing, anyway.