Man, you have to deal with that every month? And here I thought getting shot hurt worse...

The safehouse was unusually quiet.

Guido Mista sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was trying to solve an impossible puzzle. He knew something was wrong. You weren't acting like yourself, and Bruno had quietly explained that you were on your period.

...Mista had nodded like he understood.

He absolutely did not.

You know what time it is, guys, gals and non-binary pals, THE BLOOD GOD HAS DEMANDED WE BLEED FOR HIM TO PREPARE FOR NEW LIFE!! But Mista is here to make it all better. Enjoy, my mosslings. I too, am on the heavy flow, and it feels like Star Platinum is punching me in the uterus.