#thebuttlingbutler

[haikumaiden-moved]

@thebuttlingbutler continued from here!

“It’s a heart-to-heart, Dwyer, not a lobotomy.” Mitama sighed and gestured toward the table behind her, located squarely in the middle of the kitchen. She’d at least waited until his nap ended naturally, rather than waking him from his peaceful dream prematurely. “If you’d like to nap on the table, be my guest--but how about you stay off the healing rods next time?” The bag he’d been using as a pillow held her spares, meaning that if her current one broke, she’d be out of luck. “I know how amazing naps can be, but try to be a bit more considerate next time. Okay?”

[malintended-blog]

Rhajat. We're going clothes shopping for you. You can't just wear... whatever you're wearing. You'll get cold, then you'll get sick, and then I'll have to take care of you. I would rather that not happen. We'll get you actual clothing."

“What?”

Rhajat’s voice snapped at the young man who addressed her. She was insulted at the thought. What did he mean, she’d get cold? The Diviner looked down at herself, and suddenly a bit embarrassed, covered her chest and stomach with her arms.Were her clothes really so distracting? Rhajat hadn’t even noticed before he said something.

“That’s rather assertive of you.Too assertive. Why do you care about what I’m wearing?” Though Dwyer already told her his reasons, she couldn’t believe that was it.