Yep I made this hehehehe I have no regrets. Based right after Mari answered this
Keep reading if you want to see what those two are talking about. ;3
“I swear to fucking god, if I wasn’t so injured, I’d killed you right now, whore,” Graffiti snarled as he winced from her patting the disinfected gauze on his shoulder.
“I’m sure you would, Graffiti,” Moon Moon mumbled, nonchalantly quiet.
“Why the hell are you here anyway, bitch? Huh? You here to finish the job?”
“My words can’t change your mind so easily, Graffiti. I wish they could. But it would be like talking to a wall,” She stated simply
“Oh so now you’re a smartass too? Joyful,” He rolled his eyes, sniffing the blood from his nose.
“There’s a difference between being a smartass and actually stating the facts. You just like to think I’m everything wrong in this world...”
“Because you fucking are. Damn bitch. Go away and stay away,” He snapped.
“If you want me to leave your alone right here and now, it’s not gonna happen. You need medical attention and I’m helping. And judging by your physical actions, you know you need medical help. Hence why you haven’t attacked me. The only way I’ll leave you and your wounds be is if you’re healed up and back to normal. The only way that I will permanently leave is if I’m dead. But I’m sure that would make you happy actually killing me huh?”
“Yep. Speaking of which, did you finally marry some poor fucker? Eh? That ring on your tail looks shitty.”
Moon Moon paused suddenly. “......No,” She sighed, pulling away.
“Then why do you even fucking wear it--”
“To remind myself,” She interrupted
“Of what”
“Do you even care for my answer?” She looked up at his hatred filled eyes.
“No,” He growled.
The purple she-cat shook her head. “Then there’s no point in explaining, Graffiti. Now please keep holding the ice pack on your face while I stitch you up,” She advised gently before going back to work.
