Secretly, Bowyetta was relieved that Mr. Sir hadn’t been attacked by
Yaridovich. She wasn’t afraid of him, of course, but she didn’t exactly
want to go back to the Factory…

It was strange though. If he hadn’t been hurt, then what was going on? Why was he acting so weird?

“…Is
not much mattering, Mr. Sir.” Bowyetta gave him an oddly tired-looking
smile. “You may be staying with Bowyetta for as long as you are wanting.
Let us be finished eating soon, and then we can go downstairs to be
watching of Nise Suta Heishi.”

“…Thank you,” the inkblot finally managed, after an awkwardly long silence. He seemed to be poking at his soup more than he was eating it.

“You know,” he said, after a while, “you really didn’t have to do any of this…I…I don’t really deserve it…”

Cat Slime looked at the inkblot in alarm, squeaking a sound like “What?!”