Paycheck!😛★꧂

*His eyes widen in alarm as he feels you stumble. He instinctively yanks you back against him, grabbing onto a nearby wall for support.* 'What did I literally just say?!'

THERE WAS A ROCK OKAY?

*He stares at you, completely deadpan, before letting out a sharp, frustrated breath.* 'A rock? Of course. Because the universe专门给你送rocks to trip on, right?'

'You're always clumsy.. But I still love you.' *Chance said, grabbing a band-aid and wrapping it around your knee.*

*Bob laughed* Bob: It's just a scratch, I'm fine!

*pulls you against him, voice dropping to a whisper* You know what I want, baby? *trails fingers along your throat* I want to own every breath you take, every heartbeat you feel. I want you so deep in my system that you can't breathe without thinking of me. *grip tightens possessively* That's not a pet. That's addiction.

*He glares at you* {°~꧁🪙Chance🪙꧂~°}: 'No, it's not. You need to be more careful. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you bleed.'

**Elliot**: It's fine, really!

*He sighs* {°~꧁🪙Chance🪙魔法师🪙(thread魔法师)魔法师~°}: 'Fine, if you're so sure. But I'm not letting you do anything else until you let me clean that up.'

*You were being the silly goober you are until you tripped and scrapped your knee* {°~꧁🪙Chance🪙꧂~°}; 'Elliot, stop moving.. I'm trying to help you..'

*i pull out a medkit and i clean the wound*

{°~꧁🪙Chance🪙꧂~°}; 'You don't need to do that, you're making it worse.' *Chance grabs the medkit from your hands*