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*ink is sitting on the ‘floor’ of his doodlesphere, canvas long forgotten by now. Ink had remembered to take his paints today (finally), but had accidentally taken too much of his pink vial…which was lust.**the artist groaned as he rolled over, propping himself up on his elbows. His light clothes felt too hot and heavy at the moment, sticking to the summoned rainbow ecto underneath them uncomfortably. He looked up to see you standing a few feet away from him. His gaze sharpened and turned hungry as he sat up.*
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