#shahdjfjdb this was funny to write ngl

[lotusarchon]

Greetings, Sagii

Please make reader forcefully shove inkay in clothes, i cannot keep thinking of him butt ass naked, they ruin the fucking vibe i hate them (affectionate)

i always had the hc theyd shapeshift to wear clothes, theyd have better fashion than i do lol (probably would still wear a wolf shirt and shorts, dork)

anyways, that is all from your humble jester

Kind regards, Anx

Reader: Bro why the fuck are you always naked

Inky: I got no genitals why is that a problem

Reader: ...I'm hosing you down out of spite

Inky: WAIT WAIT WAIT- dies from water

I think one of the funniest things ever is we KNOW his ass can shapeshift and wear clothing...he just doesn't wanna while looking like MK 😭

"Get. Into. These clothes. Now." You're out of breath and huffing, cheeks flushed from all that running around you've been doing. Your living room is smudged with a trail of inky puddles, and your special handmade couch pillows (courtesy of Mei) are tossed all over the room.

Simplicity's sake, you're an absolute mess.

And it's all their fault.

Inky looks up from their hiding spot across the couch from you. They're like an annoyingly agile cat―any movement you make, they're prepared to dash. The ink stains the armchair they rest upon, giving you one more thing to stress about cleaning. At this point, you might as well start investing in an all-black home. It might be hell to live in and your friends might think you're becoming emo...but it's better than cleaning up ink stains at any rate.

"Darling, you're always stressing," they have the audacity to chide, their tail curling into a heart shape behind them. In a normal day, you might be a bit happy at the site. Now, you only have the urge to grab that tail and yank them to the bathroom. "Does it matter that I'm naked? My form is infinite and shapeless!"

"Doesn't matter. Your ass is always out and there's only so much I can take!" You dash to the side. Inky acts quickly and jumps across the couch, skittering to another part of the room. They are, quite literally, hanging from the ceiling like a demonic creature.

Ah, wait...they are technically...ugh, nevermind.

Your eye throbs as you shake a fist at him. "I'll catch you eventually! You know that!"

"That timing will arrive when hell freezes over, darling. Best to admit de―DID YOU FUCKING THROW A VASE AT ME?!"

That indeed you did. It's just your luck you remember a vase of water with your favorite cactus nearby. You'll have to find another one soon, but for now, seeing it hit it's mark, splashing water on the ink demon, gives you a sense of utter satisfaction. Inky slips from his position, landing with a wet plop to the floor.

They're still reeling from the smack, and thus you jump at the opportunity to capture them.

There's tussling, hissing, and at some point you're pretty sure they might've bitten your butt, but it's worth it when Inky sits and glowers at you on the floor, dressed in one of your old shirts and pants. He looks...goofy, actually...

"You're the worst," they complain. "And your sense in fashion sucks."

"Do you want me to get the hose?"

"....no..."

"Exactly. Be quiet."