Dwag growled the minute she saw him enter her workshop, sauntering in with the sauciest garbage she’d ever seen. Her apprentice hung uneasily by the doorway behind him both mesmerized and panicking. She shooed him away before slamming the door and turning on Bandi.
“You crazy bookah, you came dressed in that?!”
Bandi didn’t even respond, just raised an eyebrow at her. She knew as well as he why he dressed the way he did. It was usually a “the-less-you-know-the-better” situation.
She sighed, exasperated. It had been a long day, and this was the last thing she needed. “Look I get your… line of work gets you in some pretty odd getups, but can’t you cover up or something before you show up here? You’re confusing my apprentice.”
“I’m confusing your apprentice?”
“Every time you come around dressed like you’re attending some trashy costume party, I have to deal with him asking stupid questions for weeks on end after.”
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