“Do not drink the embalming fluid…again.” The Draenei’s voice was calm as she spoke to the undead surgeon who’d broken into her lab.
Again.
“I would never.”
“Liar,” she spoke coolly, hooves tapping on the cement floor softly as she walked around to stand in front of them. They called themselves “Null,” for they were no one - or so they said. “If you need the embalming fluid to keep yourself…fresh, then I will order you some. But leave the jars on my shelf alone. And stop breaking in.”
“But where’s the fun in that!?” They pouted up at Zalara, clutching the jar of embalming fluid to their chest.
“Null, I swear to all that is unholy -”
“Yeah, yeah. Relax, Z. I’ll be sending you a few new customers your way soon, doll.” A toothy grin was flashed at her, before the surgeon spun on their heel to leave.
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