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“Ah, see…that’s not gonna cut it. I can’t just pick one of them up, myself. I’d be completely fried. That’s where you come in.”
“Mhmmm. And what do I get out of this sweetcheeks? Provided that my trickster nature will let me touch them anyway.”
“Of course. I’d be an idiot if I wasn’t. But it’s from a place of respect, y’know?”
“That’s because you’re a smart one.”
“Just a simple, teeny favour…I need help sourcing a holy weapon. Only useful thing when a fallen angel’s chasing ya.”
“Have you considering looking in a human museum? They have all sorts of weird stuff mislabeled in them. Holy weapons from different gods of all sorts.”
“Yeah…that, I sorta wish I inherited. I’m a mess. But I’m alive, so who’s really winning here?” Meg snorts, rolling her eyes a little at her own commentary.
“He was always a little afraid of you, I think…rightfully so.”
“Good.”
“What about you little one? Are you afraid of me as well?”
“Pressure’s on then, huh? …alright, I’m in some hot water, and I need your help.”
“Help with what exactly?”
“Luckily for you, I come in peace. Small but mighty and all that. You got a minute?”
“I’ve got two if you want you say ends up being worth it.”
and that’s the thing about illicit affairs
“They’re an open secret?”
“Aren’t you sweet? Guess dear ol’ dad wasn’t exactly known for his radiant beauty.”
“Nah. His appeal was his brains and ability to plan.”
“Well you definitely didn’t get your looks from your father. You’re far too pretty for that.”
