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Sir pentious pressed his back against the door to his bedroom, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a heavy sigh… It had been a long, tiring, and painful night tonight, after Arackniss stood him up for their date and came home in a bad mood… Pentious had been unusually tense this week, and attempted to stand up for himself, as it wasn’t the first time this had happened, but that only resulted in Arackniss getting more angry, and then ending up in a fight…
“Arackniss, all I want is a little warning next time!”
“Well, sometimes you can’t get what you want! Things happen abruptly for me, I don’t have a choice when I go to work!”
“But you still have your phone! You could at least send me a sentence or two saying you can’t make it…”
“My job requires almost every ounce of my attention, I slip up, and everyone is dead! Do you think being an assassin is easy?!”
“Absolutely not! I-”
“I ain’t no overlord wannabe, Pent! My work is serious!”
“I understand that, Nissy! I just worry about you! And I get really embarrassed sitting alone at a restaurant, I spend a lot on them for us!”
“Spend what? The money I make for you?! I never asked for a fancy dinner!”
“I have my own savings and my own ways of making money! And I do this because I love you! I just hate that we can’t spend time together!”
“Well maybe we shouldn’t if this is what happens when you don’t understand how my job works!”
“Arackniss, I do understand! I know what it’s like to have a terrible father! I know what it’s like to-”
“You. Don’t.”
“I do!”
“No. You don’t!”
SMACK.
….
“Nissy… I-”
…
Eventually it escalated a little too far… And Pentious had to retreat.
He touched one of his watering eyes, tenderly caressing the swollen purple skin around it, careful not to hurt it more, but winced in pain as he almost immediately failed.
“Uhg… Ow…” He muttered to himself, solemnly slinking his way to the bathroom, hovering his hand over his face in case of it bleeding… Every part of it hurt…
The mirror revealed two freshly-forming bruises on his left cheek, and a bleeding nose…
A gush of tears ran down his face…
“Oh, lord…” He sighed, pulling the cabinet door open, and grabbing a bottle of disinfectant and a box of bandages.