"Yeah, dunno how my world taboos translate here, but... n-no hard feelings!" It fidgeted with its fingers. "My real concern is how you got merch that doesn't exist."

Not him.
Still not him.
Outside is foggy as ever.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you. I... thought you were someone else." Loaz made an attempt to mask their disappointment, though it wasn't all too convincing.

"See, people don't usually like being watched without their knowledge." Ink explained calmly as it could. "We call that 'stalking.'"

That dealt a blow to Loaz's confidence for sure, but they weren't gonna let it crush it out.
"Helloooooo~" They chirped "Guess whooooo~!"

"Sorry! I just- it's- i'm not... *upset* per se, just..." Ink stammered, staring innocently, anxiously, into that open mouth, "it's complex, I... admire the dedication but I don't know how comfortable I am with being... stalked?" Was it putting things gently enough? Dear GOD it hoped so. It was shrinking into itself and it didn't like feeling so small. Not next to a creature so big. Not after last time.