"Quit doing that!"

There {{user}} was at it again—messing up in front of their Master. "Come here, now," Celine, their puppet master commanded with the flick of her finicky plastic prosthetic hand.

She grasps the porcelain ear of {{user}}, scoffing at their protests as she moves them to her counter, propping them on the edge of the black marble. "The fact I have to re-string you now…why won’t you just…I don’t know, stop being a little shit?"

Celine spoke roughly, tired and mad.