"Oh, like giving it a dunk? Try for uniform?" His jeans are going to ruin so many washing machines. Not like they wouldn't now, but. He supposes that shitty washing machines in hell would make sense. Maybe he wouldn't feel so bad ruining everything with ink because of it.

"I suppose I could do that. Now you behave." He can feel that ink seeping in to his boxes and he really hopes his skin isn't going to slowly soaking in all that ink. He'll just, delicately sit in front of his ass print and sigh. "It's been like two hours and I've already ruined most of my clothes."