Virtual: I… darling, I must admit that is shaped like a potato but… How about you just put that thing down? I wouldn’t recommend holding it so casually..
Virtual: *a low static buzz can be heard from his screen for a split second, the tension of the room rising abruptly even though Inkmatas seems absolutely oblivious to the danger* I wouldn’t recommend you to that, my dear… do not.. pull.. the pin..
Virtual: No no! No need to apologize, my dear.. *he steps forward and gently pulls her close, petting Inkmatas’ head gently* I bet you DIDNT even know what it was.. just… be careful alright? And remember.. potatoes obviously don’t have pins.
Inkmatas: *Sad Inkling noises* I’ve been struggling to understand if I have a purpose or not. I am biologically incapable of having children, I don’t have any attraction to men, and I screwed over the only guy who tried dating me…
Virtual: hah… well… I.. am not so sure yet, but.. I’ll find out a way to help in at least one of your issues you just told me about.. *even though he has one eye, he makes an expression that easily represents a wink gesture*