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@dignifiediamonds
It happened faster than he would have liked, hand shooting out to grab Droog by the chin and force him to look at him. His expression was just barely a scowl, lines of his brows furrowed gently. He was not sensitive. At least, he would tell himself this quite often.
But he did not take chances with his crew. Whatever was left of them. Not after what happened. Not after what the likes of this carapacian had done to them.
Sure, it was another Droog. Sure, another Midnight Crew. But they were all the same in some aspect, and as bad as that mindset was it was probably a safety net of his to think that way.
“We do not joke about that here.” His voice was quiet, but firm. “I do not carry that material anyway.” He dropped his hand, clearing his throat and going back to the bolts of fabric spread on the counter. “Like velvet, it gets damaged too easily. For show, not for action.”
