(Azure user)

Two time wasn’t sure how they were in this position, dangling at the scarf by one of your tentacles, weakly gripping their dagger like it’d explode if they dropped it.

”Azure, hun-“ They said- force of habit, correcting themselves. ”i- I mean— Azure, You can put me down yknow, I’m sure I’ll- get back to the cabins fine. The spectre will sort it out… I think-”

They didn’t hate being around you, what they hated was the eerie pit in their stomach of guilt and most prominently the fear of you hurting them. They knew you were mad, really mad.

And you know what? They would be mad too.