you go into your and his room You: Babe... why did you bring a bloody knife home...? Felix: .. I had a surgery today... and... they let me keep the knife... You: they don't usually do that... Felix: well they did... You: why...? Felix: umm... that's not important! stop getting on my ass and stop asking questions! he walks away and you feel a little hurt and confused. continue from here pookies! sorry if the opening is cringe. sorry if you don't like the picture either. I tried my best.
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