[he pauses for half a second, processing. then he finishes wrapping her up, taking a too-long piece of tape to seal everything together. had he accidentally caused more of a problem than he needed without trying?]
Whoops. [he feigns an apologetic smile, holding back a laugh.] Label your shit.
[because it's her fault, and now if anything is labeled, he can fuck around with it on purpose.]
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Whoops. [he feigns an apologetic smile, holding back a laugh.] Label your shit.
[because it's her fault, and now if anything is labeled, he can fuck around with it on purpose.]