At that statement, Bowyetta became angry. “Who is having told you of
this, Mr. Sir?!“ she demanded. “Of course you are much deserving! You
are much being important, are you knowing? Bowyetta is knowing that she
is not having to be doing of all this. But after all you are having done
for Bowyetta? You are meaning of very much to her and her friends. Is
why Bowyetta is wanting to be caring for you, Mr. Sir. You are being of
much importance, and do not be letting anyone say that you are not.”

Cat Slime had hopped up onto the inkblot’s chest, calmly but intensely squeaking at him. It was in a similar vein to Bowyetta’s speech, but with a somewhat harsher, “tough love” edge.

“…I…I…”

If the inkblot was teary-eyed before, his eyes were just two big puddles of paint now.

“…I…you mean it…?”

He was still painfully unaware of his unemployment, but he still couldn’t bring himself to confess.

“A-are you sure…? I mean…I mean…”

The rest of what he said was lost in very loud and rapid sobbing as he buried his face in the blanket.