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muffled cursing and a drawn out sigh.
Halladr chanced a glance at Bandi while he waited and found the plant casually dusting off their dress. They caught him looking and waved, sending the norn’s attention back to the intercom with newfound haste.
“Okay. Okay uh, Halladr?” Dwag finally responded.
“Ma’am.”
Please send Bandi away, he prayed. Say that we’re too busy.
“Can you keep him company for like five minutes? I gotta clean up a bit.”
He gulped audibly. Five minutes?! Alone?! With-with—
“C-Can’t I help?” He tried.
Please don’t leave me with him! Her? Them?!
“No, I got this. Watch him and make sure he doesn’t steal anything.”
“B-But—”
“What’s the problem? It’s just five min—is he wearing something weird again?”
Of course he is!!
“Yes!” Halladr hissed.
Dwag sighed, exasperated. “Halladr, you can’t keep freaking out when he—whatever, I’m not asking you to make conversation with him, alright? Five minutes!”
She hung up.
Dejected, Halladr dragged himself back to Bandi’s side.
“She said to wait five minutes…”
“Aight.” Bandi simply shrugged. They weren’t half as bothered as Halladr was. They never were.
Bandi started appearing at their workshop roughly half a year ago. Apparently Dwag hired him for a job once and they’d been business associates ever since. Dwag gave Bandi information and Bandi somehow got them supplies for their work in return. Halladr didn’t know the details beyond that. He wasn’t allowed in on their meetings and neither Dwag nor Bandi felt obliged to share much about their transactions.
You don’t have to make conversation with him.
He held onto that thought like a lifeline. It’s not that he disliked Bandi particularly, he just didn’t really know how to talk to them, and Bandi certainly didn’t make things easy for him. Not when they kept showing up dressed weird!
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