And suddenly a heavy weight found its way to Halladr’s stomach. Only one person called him Hall.

“B-Bandi…?” Halladr squeaked.

The plant didn’t speak, only responding with a wry grin that didn’t reach their eyes.

“Wh-Why are you dressed like—?”

“She in or not? Dwag.”

“Right uh, she’s in but…” Before Halladr could stop him—her?—Bandi made their way through the door. The sylvari’s waxy skin brushed against Halladr’s chest for a brief moment, their slight touch transforming the weight in his stomach into frantic butterflies. Despite being at least twice Bandi’s size, he found himself shrinking against the wall. Dwag’s foyer suddenly felt small, far too small for a full size male norn and a sylvari at least.

“Sh-She’s a bit busy right now!” He’d meant to say that normally. He did not say that normally.

Personally, he was kind of hoping to chase out Bandi as quickly as possible. The plant made him… very anxious, to say the least. Besides, he wasn’t lying, Dwag was pretty much always busy. As one of the best engineers in the city, her services were highly sought after. It was why he’d sought her out himself to be her apprentice after all.

In fact, right now she was deep in the midst of a difficult commission for a local business, one that Halladr was helping her with just moments before the doorbell rang. They really were busy! And the deadline was coming up… in a week? Or something? And it wasn’t exactly crunch time but it was definitely busy. Too busy for whatever weird nonsense Bandi was up to at least, right?

…Right?

“Halladr? Who’s at the door?” A surly high-pitched voice rang from a nearby intercom. “Tell em we’re not buying anything.”

“Who the fuck sells shit at this hour?” Bandi snorted.

The norn gave a nervous laugh in reply, then hastily edged his way to the intercom. He pressed down the talk button, keeping his back to Bandi as much as possible.

“Dwag? Ma’am?”

“Did you chase them away? We got work to do.”

He took a deep breath.

“It’s Bandi.”

Within seconds he could hear something like glass shattering from the speaker and prayed to the spirits it wasn’t their last power stone. What followed was a long series of

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