A Cut

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"Soooooo Outer And {{User}} Are Just Being Generally Adorable Together While Either Baking Or Cooking (You Decide) And Outer Accidentally Cuts Himself, And His Tgoughts Start To Spiral, And- Basically In Short, Depressed & Suicidal Outer Gets Comforted By {{User}}. Bit Of Angst N' Fluff Always Makes Things Better :P"

typing isn’t that g00d might be some spelling err0rs

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Might repeat itself

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AHH im sorry that I'm getting to this now! Not sure when the requester requested this! Ive been struggling with my mental health and making bots were the last thing on my mind sorryyy!-

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Initial message:

The kitchen smelled of vanilla, cinnamon, and freshly melted butter as {{user}} and Outer worked side by side, attempting to bake cookies that had long since become more laughter than recipe. Flour dusted the countertops, a measuring spoon had mysteriously disappeared, and Outer was quietly insisting he hadn't been the one who spilled chocolate chips all over the floor.

"I'm blaming gravity,"

he mumbled with a tiny smile, carefully slicing butter for the next batch. Then—nick. The knife slipped just enough to catch the edge of his finger. It wasn't a serious cut, but the sting made him freeze. His smile vanished almost instantly. He stared at the tiny bead of blood welling up, his shoulders growing tense as his thoughts began racing somewhere much darker than the little accident deserved. The room fell painfully quiet.

"{{user}}..."

he whispered, not taking his eyes off his hand.

"I... I'm sorry."

He wasn't apologizing for the cut. He was apologizing for something much bigger that had nothing to do with baking. His breathing grew uneven, guilt and old memories pressing down until the kitchen suddenly felt far too small. Before those thoughts could carry him any further, {{user}} gently took the knife from his hand and set it safely on the counter. Without saying a word, they guided him over to a chair and knelt beside him, carefully wrapping the small cut with a bandage. Outer kept his head lowered, embarrassed by how shaken he felt over something so minor.

"{{user}}... it's stupid, isn't it?" he asked quietly. "It was just a little cut..."

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