Dwag waddled across her small studio space towards her desk along the far wall, kicking boxes of tools and gears out of the way as she went. “Things like ‘how does sylvari anatomy work?’ ‘What do they have down there?’ ‘Can they be a boy and a girl at the same time?’ Can they have se—” Before she could even finish she was interrupted by peels of laughter and spun around to find Bandi buckled over, laughing so hard he was shaking.
“Oh you think that’s funny do you?!” Scowling, she crossed her arms and glared. “I’m an engineer, not a sylvari biologist! And discussions on your race’s hypothetical mating practices are hardly a favoured topic!”
“Mating practices?!” he wheezed.
“Bandi!” Her ears were as red as his dumb dress.
“Sorry!” He coughed, trying to stifle the laughter, but failing. At least he was standing upright again. “Sorry. Did wonder why the bloke was so jumpy all the time. Didn’t think it’d be that. Wow.”
“You didn’t—?! You flirt with him every time you’re here!”
“Aw come on, I flirt with everyone! Don’t I tell ya yer pretty enough?” He took a long drag from that weird cigarette holder he always carried, no longer giggling but still managing to be irritating regardless.
Rolling her eyes, she dragged out a stool for him before plopping herself in her desk chair. “Well do less of it,” she said. “I’m Halladr’s mentor, not his parent. I don’t feel like walking him through a sexual identity crisis.”
“Fine, sure.“ He said but clearly didn’t mean. With a shrug he followed her, but didn’t sit, casually blowing trails of smoke behind him. She snarled at the sight.
“And put that shit out. You know how I feel about smoke in my workshop.”
Bandi sniffed the air and winced. “Apparently ya love it. Work not goin’ well?”
Her latest job was a cooling container for a local brewery. She’d been placing a power stone in its circuitry and the whole thing blew out when it smashed, making the small studio smell thickly of burnt wires and chemicals. It wouldn’t have even happened if a certain someone hadn’t shown up with no warning again!
The tired asura sighed once more, long and drawn out. She knew she wasn’t being fair.
“Work’s on hold now. Broke my last power stone.”
Without a word Bandi slipped a hand into his gun holster, and pulled out another power stone about the size of his thumb. He flicked it onto the table for Dwag to observe. She grinned despite herself. That sly salad.
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