Honestly, if someone, anyone, had told Ink that being a Protector was so time-consuming, he might have thought twice before ripping his soul into bits. He sighed heavily to himself, flopping on his back with a whine as he stared at all the mountains of papers he had to go over. More AU’s had been ‘dissapearing’ lately, and Ink hadn’t been able to do a thing. Not. A. Thing. It was getting frustrating beyond relief at this point. “Stars, why does everything always have to be so complicated, Broomie?” He looked sadly at his companion(tool), his eyelights morphing into a target and a tear drop. He knew that doing anything when he felt like this was just asking for trouble, more than usual at that- but he didn’t think it through as he fished around for his vials before downing some more of them all, just so he could think some more, right? Totally not just to distract himself. Totally.