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Actually, it was 15, so wouldn't that translate to 150?
Quill shakes his head desperately, covering his eyes with his hands as tears leak through. He can’t muffle the sounds of the cries as much as he tries to—he doesn’t want to cry in front of you.
“Please don’t! Please, I’ll do a-anything!”
150 is terrifying. He doesn’t even know if he’ll survive that—fifteen is enough to be agony—150 would leave him ruined.
“I’ll take the f-fifteen with no c-complaints, I swear! Just– you can’t—”
Quill heaves for breath and looks at you with his most pleading eyes.









